The Pinks and Blues, The Yellow Hues
Day Twenty-Seven: Cucking | 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
Dabi x f!reader x Hawks
Notes: Dabi is mean but he doesn't like it when he gets a taste of his own medicine 🤧
Warnings: 18+, dubcon/noncon, vaginal sex, manipulation, voyeurism, cheating, fingering, handjob (a lil DabiHawks action), alcohol, drugging, bondage, cucking, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, daddy kink, creampies, overstimulation.
Whose idea was it to take a trip to your parent’s holiday home in Bali again? You like to think it was you; it’s better than thinking you were manipulated into it by your boyfriend. Touya isn’t a bad guy, he just knows what he wants. Always. He wanted you, he got you. He wanted your virginity, he got it. He wanted this trip, and here you are. You flew out before him. You wanted time to set up and get organised. You got balloons and rose petals to try and make the place a little romantic. It was your first vacation together, after all. But it was less than desirable news when Touya called you a few days after you landed. The day before his flight. He’s bringing a plus one.
He should have asked before inviting his best friend Keigo along.
All hostility towards your boyfriend is dropped when you see him. This is the longest you’ve been apart since you began dating. He sees you bounding towards him, he drops his luggage to the ground and picks you up in his welcoming arms. It’s easy to blame the scorching weather, but you flush hot when he asked if you missed him. He missed you. You’re his favourite girl, why wouldn’t he miss you?
He sets you down so he can introduce you to Keigo. You’ve heard of Keigo, sure, but this was the first time you were meeting him. High school best friends, apparently. You met Touya at a gig in the big city. And you found out later you were attending the same university.
Keigo seems sweet. A warm smile and honey eyes you could easily get lost in.
He expresses his surprise that Touya managed to secure himself a beauty such as yourself. Touya thwacks him jovially with the back of his hand before picking up his luggage again.
He wants to see inside. He wants to see the bedroom.
You take them both inside. Of course you’ll show Touya where you’ll be sleeping for the next two weeks, but did he really think you weren’t going to give them both a tour of the whole place?
The look in his eye was obvious. He’d had a long flight. And did you hear him? He missed you. He really fucking missed you, y’know? Yeah sure. He missed talking to you in person, he missed your scent, he missed your warm embrace. But he missed you. Your body. He doesn’t really care about the house right now. He needs to see your form wrapped around him, the way he’s moulded you to fit him perfectly, and he wants to look at your pretty face while he ruins you. You’ll let him, right? He’s sure you’ve missed him, too.
“Babe, bedroom.” he commands, already walking in the direction of the room you explained would be yours. You don’t follow, however.
“No, Touya, you’re not my only guest. Have some manners.” you respond. You lightly graze Keigo’s shoulder before showing him the rest of the house. Touya feels like a fucking idiot right now. Since when have you ever been able to turn him down? It’s almost like having some time apart from him has granted you the ability to wriggle out from under his thumb, if only a little. But Christ, this shouldn’t be happening.
Why did he bring Keigo again?
He managed to stave off his temptations after your initial rejection. Fortunately, the rest of the evening was very enjoyable. You’d stocked up on plenty of alcohol, although you opted not to drink too much. That was the general consensus in the room. Two or three beers each, nothing crazy.
Neither of the boys could believe it when you appeared from the cupboard with a pile of board games in hand. They aren’t usually Keigo’s thing, but you assure him there’s nothing better than a few drinks and some board games. Well, monopoly definitely would have been more enjoyable if Touya didn’t flip the board in a rage when he hit bankruptcy. Yourself and Keigo were laughing so hard your stomachs hurt. Touya laughed too, maybe it was a little over the top.
“I’m actually crying, that was so funny Touya.” you announce. They both look at you to confirm the tears streaming down your face. You did your best to wipe them away with your fingers, but they wouldn’t stop coming.
“Here,” Keigo speaks. He picks a packet of tissues from the inside of his pocket. Touya kisses his teeth, of course golden boy is prepared. What kind of a grown man carries tissues around with him, anyway?
“Ignore him,” you respond taking a tissue from Keigo’s hand. “thank you Kei, I appreciate it.”
“Oh… He’s Kei now, huh?” Touya teases, jostling his elbow lightly into your side.
The cute nickname makes Keigo blush ever so slightly. It isn’t picked up by you nor Touya. It’s sweet, a few people call him Kei, Touya isn’t one of them. To Touya he’s just Keigo. Occasionally he’s ‘bird bitch’ – an endearing insult upon his high school nickname: Hawks.
Tensions are high as you pull out a deck of cards. The boys want to play poker, how trite. You tell them so, too. They clearly just want to prove what real men they are. You don’t know how to play, and you’re not letting them play without you when you don’t know the rules. So, they sigh when you tell them the options are snap or go fish. It’s nice to see them actually have a smile on each of their faces as you all enjoy a game of go fish together. It’s relaxing but still fun. Snap, however, is another matter. Tensions are high and you’re all anxious. Mistaken snaps are laughed at and then you all almost blow the roof off with your yells when you see two cards that match.
You congratulate Keigo on his win, and then announce that you’re tired.
Touya jumps to his feet. There’s only one thing on his mind, finally – you. He’s practically growling in your ear. “C’mon baby, bed.” he whispers, not quietly enough for it to go amiss by Keigo. Why did Touya invite him here? He didn’t come all of the way to Bali to listen to you guys fuck for two weeks. He huffs, and retires to his own bedroom.
But Touya misunderstood, massively. You had zero intention of fucking him. Didn’t he hear you? You’re tired. As you lay on your side in the darkness of the room, Touya spoons you. He really is desperate. It’s more than that, he’s aching for you.
“Baby… please.” he begs, “I’ll do all the work. Just… let me finger you at least.”
Poor, poor Touya. He really needs it bad, huh? You suspect it’s a carefully thought-out plan in his mind. If he fingers you, you’ll get horny, and you’ll want his cock. That’s how it always goes down. But tonight, you’re determined to stay strong. You don’t want his cock. But you won’t turn away an offer of his perfect fingers playing so nicely with your pussy.
You’ve always been a quiet moaner, it doesn’t bother Touya. It just makes it extra special when he coaxes a louder one out of you. He’s seated a little upright with your back against his chest. One of his hand slips under your wife-beater vest to touch your nipples. He rolls them carefully between his callused fingers. His other hand, his dominant hand, is teasing your folds. An embarrassing moan falls from your lips when you witness him suck two fingers into his mouth, wetting them before they make contact with your clit.
Even at your quietest, it doesn’t go unheard by Keigo. He lies awake with the sounds of your sweet huffs ringing through his ears. Touya is mumbling something, but it’s barely audible.
Touya is furious when he makes you cum and you still don’t want to fuck him. You roll over and fall right the fuck asleep. He supposes his own fist will have to do. Keigo has heard enough. Hearing you moan isn’t the worst thing in the world, but the last thing he wants to do is listen to his best friend cum all over himself. Keigo jumps out of bed and heads towards the kitchen, a nice drink of water before bed will clear his mind, he hopes.
He stands facing the sink with a glass in hand, he’s taking his time. His idea didn’t work, all he could think about was you. Keigo startles as he hears the door to your bedroom open, regaining composure when he hears his friends heavy feet slapping against the tiled flooring. He makes no effort to close the bathroom door quietly after himself, isn’t he concerned about waking you up? Of course he isn’t, he knows you’re a heavy sleeper.
Keigo assumed he’d go right back to bed after he’d cleaned himself up.
He thought wrong.
“Oh, you’ve had the same idea as me, huh?” Touya speaks, trying to remember which cupboard the glasses live in.
“I guess so,” Keigo answers without turning around, “nearest to the fridge, idiot.”
Touya snickers before retrieving a glass. It isn’t lost on him that he only knows that because he actually paid attention to you when you gave your tour; while Touya couldn’t focus at all with thoughts of fucking you senseless running through his head. He approaches Keigo, eager for access to the sink.
“Can I—?” Touya asked, wanting him to move away. It was uncomfortable, for whatever reason Keigo was still refusing to face his friend. Touya filled his glass and shrugged his shoulders. Whatever was going on, his curiosity would have to wait until he’d quenched his thirst. Keigo cringed at the audible sounds of Touya swallowing his water. The liquid spilled from the corners of his mouth and ran down his chin. He voiced an overdramatic ‘ah’ as he drained every drop from his glass. He slammed it down on the counter top, wiping away any traces from his mouth with the back of his hand. “Somethin’ wrong?”
“Then why won’t you look at me?” Touya wonders. “Oh… you heard us, huh?”
“She’s quiet. And you still heard. Hm. Did you like it? Get off on my girlfriend cumming around my fingers?” Touya pestered. His usual lilt in his tone making it all the more irritating. He’s such a bastard, Keigo wonders why he’s friends with him sometimes.
“Shut up, I’d never—”
“That’s why you aren’t facing me, you’re ashamed right?” he continues. “Fucking face me!” Touya speaks raising his voice. He shoves Keigo’s shoulder enough to make him look at him. Finally, he sees what the problem is. He sees why Keigo was so reluctant to turn to him. How humiliating. How… interesting. “Aw, your cocks all hard for my girlfriend.”
Keigo is red in the face and hot to the touch. Why’d you have to be so cute, huh? So nice and sweet to him too. He feels like a creep. A gross, weird letch. But how could he not get hard when he thinks you’re so pretty and perfect? He pushes Touya to leave, entirely over the conversation and desperate to return to bed and forget the whole thing.
Wind is knocked out from under him as Touya pushes him, pinning Keigo against the nearest wall. He tries to yell, to argue. But soon Touya is pulling down both Keigo’s boxers and his own sweatpants, freeing their hardened lengths. Before Keigo can argue, Touya’s hand is wrapped firmly around his shaft, pumping away and revealing just how wet he got over the sound of his fingers in his girlfriends cunt.
“T-Touya,” Keigo mutters. “Fuck, f-fuck you. What are you—?”
“Pretend it’s her,” Touya commands, showing no signs of stopping as he jerks off his blonde friend. “your cock is so wet f’me… Just pretend my hand is her sweet little cunt.”
Keigo shudders at the thought. But he can’t bring himself to push away Touya. His eyes are closed. He’s imagining, he’s imagining you. Your lovely, melodic voice as you speak so kindly to him. Your charming laugh. Your breathy moans.
He doesn’t know how to handle himself when Touya smashes his lips against his own. It’s a fierce entanglement as he establishes dominance over his pathetic, weak friend. Touya’s body is pressed close to his, humping him gently as he continues tugging on his cock. He sucks and bites hickeys into his neck as he continues working him. The sensations are exhilarating.
“You’re still a virgin, right?” Touya questions. Keigo nods, shamefully. “You’d love her tasty pussy, it’s tight. You’d think she’s still a virgin, too.”
“O-Ohh – fuck – Touya, please.”
“Please what?” he wonders, hand rubbing over Keigo’s fat cock head. His pre leaking and dribbling in the palm of his hand, “Please, keep telling you about my girls little snatch? Hm?”
Keigo can’t stop himself from humping into Touya’s palm. It’s the most action he’s gotten in his entire life. He’s helpless to the touch. His eyes remain firmly closed as he tries to lose focus on the thought that it’s your hand instead of his. What the fuck is wrong with Touya? He knew he was an asshole, but he didn’t think he was so low as to cheat. He didn’t even know he had a thing for men. Or is this just a sick power trip for him?
“What is it about her? Hm? What makes your cock hard for my girlfriend?” Touya asks, picking up the pace with his hand as his own rutting length against Keigo becomes harder.
“Fuck, u-um,” Keigo groans. It’s broken speech as he tries to gather his spiralling thoughts. His head is thrown back and he licks his lips. Chest heaving as he tries to recall what exactly it was that made him feel like this. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows in tandem with his thoughts. “She’s j-just, just nice, Touya. Really nice.”
“I know baby, she’s my fucking girlfriend after all.” he speaks, twisting his wrist to add more friction to his pulls along Keigo’s shaft. He was grabbing onto anything to steel himself, finding it increasingly difficult to hold back. “Gonna cum? Huh, Kei? Pound her f’me. Fill her little cunt up.”
“She’s so close, fill her up. Let her milk this cock.” Touya begins stroking himself for the second time that evening, fully hard and ready to cum right along with his friend. Keigo’s hips are bucking wildly against his hand. “That’s it baby, good boy.” Touya taunts. Keigo knows he’s picking on him, trying to make him feel small and pathetic under his touch and the weight of his words. But fuck, it fucking works.
Keigo’s cum jets out of him. It’s almost outrageous, coating both his own and Touya’s abs. Touya’s hand is completely covered, the tacky sounds of him continuing to masturbate him through his high makes Keigo cringe. He feels disgusting when he feels warmth at his pelvic bone. Touya’s cum dribbles out of him and onto Keigo. The blonde’s chest is heaving, unable to believe his first orgasm with another person was due to his best friend. Touya’s recovery time is almost immediate, though a little out of breath, he makes quick work of cleaning his friends white cream from his abs and his fingers.
“Messy boy, such a big big mess Keigo. Aren’t you embarrassed? You just sprayed yourself.”
Touya pats his shoulder and turns a corner, heading back to lay by your side. It’s the type of pat you give a friend after a pep talk. Keigo supposes that’s kind of what this was. Just a little less talking than expected.
How is he going to look you in the eye tomorrow?
He doesn’t. He avoids you as best he can, in fact, Touya as well. He lounges outside on the sunbeds topping up his tan. He isn’t seen without an alcoholic beverage by his side all day.
This goes on for numerous days. You start to worry if you did something wrong – you didn’t, of course, Touya assures you of that. Apparently the ‘bird bitch’ loves to go in little sulks from time to time.
He’s assures you he’ll come out of it eventually.
You hope he’s right.
And he is.
Keigo randomly comes out of his funk, expressing he’s eager to make cocktails for everyone tonight. He’s known at his own university for making the best drinks, allegedly. Touya gives him credit, too. He makes a mean long island iced tea. And tonight, you do decide to get drunk.
You’re only here a limited time after all, right?
It seems Touya got more than he bargained for with his own cocktail. What was the reason a handsome man such as Keigo had never been able to fuck someone? Because he’s a socially awkward creep who loves drugs. He loves them so much, he brought some along for the trip. Touya, despite appearances, has never touched a drug in his life. He thinks it’s a fools game and wants no part of it.
So, it hits him hard.
Perfect for Keigo, he wants revenge. And he wants you, for real this time.
Touya comes around, tied to a chair with zip ties. Each of his legs is connected to a leg of the chair, and his arms are bound behind his back. He can’t be seeing what he thinks he is, can he? Everything is too blurry. But it comes more focused. Yes, he is seeing exactly what he thought. Keigo balls deep in his girlfriends hole.
“T-Touya-“ you whimper.
“Oh, finally awake huh?” Keigo says, Touya fights against his ties to no avail, “Made her pussy sound so good, wanted a test run for myself.” Keigo tells him.
“Get away from her. I’ll fucking kill you, bastard!” Touya bites. Keigo hisses.
He forces your knees closer to your chest as he fucks harder into you. You’re a little louder than normal. Touya’s panicking now, is it because he’s better than him? That can’t be. He’s a fucking virgin, after all. Your head rolls to the side, and then it becomes clear to him. It’s because you’re crying. Fuck. You’re crying. He wants to rip Keigo’s throat out. But he’s helpless against the ties.
He’s been fucking you for a little while already. It’s obvious he’s been watching too much porn, you instantly deduce that he has little experience or knowledge. He plunged inside of your gummy walls with one thrust, and rutted into you slowly. You weren’t sure if he was trying to get you used to his size or if he was trying not to cum on the spot.
“You better fucking get off her and let me go, she’s mine!”
“She’s mine now, Touya.”
He couldn’t stand to see this. And he couldn’t stand how helpless he felt. All he could do was see your sweet face knot as his friend put all of his weight behind each thrust and his fat cock head pounded against your cervix. It felt good, of course, but it wasn’t Touya.
He hates himself. He hates how he feels, he’s never felt so disgusted with himself. But with a soft laugh, Keigo grabs your jaw in one hand and forces you to face your boyfriend.
“I think he likes seeing you get fucked sweetheart, his cocks hard.”
“I’ll kill you for this.”
The threat falls on deaf ears as Keigo continues his assault on your body. He had no idea pussy could feel so good. And Touya was right, you were fucking tight around him. Just like he said – you could be mistaken for a virgin.
He wasn’t sure of himself or confident in his actions, but he lowered his head and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth. Keigo thought it’s something he should do, rather than it be something he wanted to do. You were staring at Touya, the way his cock was twitching at the sight in his sweats. You weren’t sure if you were allowed to be mad or not. He can’t help it, and he can’t help you. And still, you feel so betrayed.
Keigo forces you to look him in the eyes again. Grabbing your face and turning you to face him, his forehead rests on yours. Panting breaths dust over your features.
“Look at me, not him. I’m the one fucking you. I’m the one making your pussy feel good.”
Touya was doing all he could to fight against his restraints. He knew it was hopeless. He knew he couldn’t help you. All he could do was sit and watch the show.
It amused him how quickly Keigo came, and you had made no indication that you were going to cum along with him. But even with his dick softening, he didn’t care. He didn’t want to be done with you. He didn’t want to let go of the warmth your pussy brought. A feeling of belonging.
Touya could feel his balls tightening. No way. No fucking way is he gonna cum hands free. He is though, he can feel it building up. He’s fucking aching and the way you’re crying and doing your best to take his friends length is getting to him. He’s sweating, he can feel it drip from his hairline and down by his ears.
“Keigo fucking untie me!” Touya orders, a begging tone behind his usually calm and collected speech. You’re both facing him now. You can see the way he’s writhing around and desperate for his release. Keigo smirks. “Please!”
“Tell daddy how good my cock feels sweetheart, how big I am.” Keigo demands.
“’m so full, daddy. So full of his cock, so big f’me.” you tell him.
You’re biting your lips and rutting your hips against his. This time you think you will cum with Keigo. You can’t help it either. You cum softly, breathing sweetly in Keigo’s ear. He forces you to kiss him. This is love, isn’t it? It’s got to be. He isn’t long after you, filling you for a second time with his love. Your body is spent. For such a quick lay you sure feel fucked out.
He pulls out and flips you onto your stomach. Keigo forces you to bend one of your knees and moves it up by your side like a common sleeping position. He just wants to split your pretty pussy lips open so that Touya can see what he did. His watery cum gushes out of your clenching hole, missing the feeling of being full of his erection.
It’s enough to make Touya cum against his will. It all remains securely in his sweats since he was unable to lower them himself. Keigo stands to his feet, freeing his friends cock to see for himself. Damn, it’s almost impressive. Thick creamy white release is webbing in his sweatpants and completely coating his drained cock. Should his ego be so swollen for making Touya cum without touching himself? Was he that good at fucking you?
“Messy boy, such a big big mess Touya,” Keigo jeers, throwing Touya’s words right back at him.
“Aw… Are you embarrassed? You sprayed all over yourself.”
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