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Your eyes widen as you step into your house one particular Friday evening. Your heavy work tote and house keys fall to the ground with a thud and as you witness your two boyfriends standing in the living room, masks covering their faces, glinting knives in hand. The conversation you had with them just last week suddenly pops into your head and realization dawns on you clear as day.
That one evening the Wednesday before last, you were sat comfortably on the plush living room couch, glass of a rich Cabernet Sauvignon in hand and phone in the other. Reading always helped you unwind after a long grueling day at your nine to five corporate desk job. After a particularly lengthy day, dealing with phone calls from your frustrating clients and trying to deal with your unapproachable managers, this would definitely fix you.
Your peace and quiet doesn't last long, however, as your two boyfriends step into the living room, plopping down on either side of you on the sofa. You immediately turn off the display of your phone and throw it behind you in between the soft cushions. "Oh Hi!" you exclaim in surprise.
Satoru raises an eyebrow as your phone disappears behind you. "Secret admirer?" he teases with a smirk. Suguru, ever observant, quickly notices your slightly flushed cheeks. "Everything alright?"
"Of course, I was just doing some reading" your voice comes out slightly squeaky as you try to put on your best reassuring smile.
Satoru leans in closer, his blue eyes twinkling mischievously. "Reading, huh? Or were you perhaps... chatting with someone?" he reaches behind you, swiftly retrieving your phone with one hand. Suguru frowns slightly, looking between you and the phone. He gently takes it from Satoru and examines it himself, his dark eyes scanning the screen. "Y/N, who were you talking to?"
"I was reading, Sugu...it's nothing to be alarmed about" your face reddens and you bite your lip as you recall which part of the story you were currently on. You can't tell them you were reading grade A smut, right there in your shared living room. It was supposed to be your own little secret. Your lowbrow escapism. Your guilty pleasure.
Suguru's expression softens, his voice gentle "Sweetheart, there's no need to be embarrassed with us. Was it an interesting book?" He scrolls through your phone, his brow furrowed in concentration. Satoru leans in close, trying to catch a glimpse of the screen. After a moment of deafening silence, Suguru's eyes widen and a faint blush colors his cheeks. "Y/N...this is..." You mentally scream as the steamy fic is now displayed on the phone for them to see.
Satoru's eyes light up with mischief and barely contained excitement as he sees the erotic fanfiction on the screen. He chuckles lowly "Well, well, well. Looks like our sweet little girlfriend has a dirty mind after all." You groan and Suguru clears his throat "Maybe we should read some of this, just a little. To appreciate your tastes." He glances at Satoru, who nods eagerly. "Go ahead Suguru, read it out loud." Your eyes widen to the size of saucers as you whine in protest, having a flashback to the breeding tag you saw earlier.
"Oh come on, love." Suguru pleads, grinning. He skims through the story, finding an appropriately steamy passage. "Let's see... Ah, here we go." He clears his throat dramatically "As he slammed into her again and again, filling her with his hot seed, she moaned his name, begging for more of his baby-making prowess.." On the other side of you, Satoru bursts into a fit of laughter.
You squeal in embarrassment burying your face in your hands, wishing you could just disappear. If there is any justice in the universe, the ground will open up and swallow you whole right about now. "Kill me."
Suguru smirks, continuing on. "She could feel his thick essence flooding her fertile womb, ensuring their unbreakable bond as he pumped her full of his virile cum, ready to quicken with his child." Satoru throws his head back with rolling laughter, clutching his stomach. You yelp and climb onto Suguru's lap to reach the phone. He catches you around the waist with one arm, securely pulling you close while his other hand holds the phone high out of reach. Satoru is bent over, laughing hysterically at the situation. "Suguru! Give me the phone!" you demand in a sour tone.
"Not a chance, darling." he chuckles, his arms wrapping around you possessively "We're just discovering this delightful side of yours. We can't let it go to waste now, can we?" he grins at Satoru, who nods eagerly, wiping tears from his eyes.
"It has plot! I promise." you unsuccessfully try to defend your choice in literature. "Oh, absolutely. It has a plot." Satoru stresses the last word with a toothy grin, his eyes sparkling with amusement. You groan in defeat while Suguru nods, his hands gently trailing along your thighs as he continues to hold you captive in his lap. "It does. You just happened to walk in on the dirty part" you continue in a futile attempt to save yourself from the utter humiliation you feel in this very moment. Your boyfriends exchange a glance, as if communicating telepathically before Suguru speaks out "Well, maybe we should just read a bit more then, to get to the 'plot ' part."
"Mhmm, and perhaps we should also... act out some of these scenes. For research." Satoru suggests, his voice low "To make sure it's all... accurate. You know, for authenticity." Satoru grabs the phone from Suguru's hand quickly, his eyes scanning over the screen quickly as he discovers another section titled 'Bookmarks' and his blue eyes widen as he scrolls down before clicking on the 3rd one from the top. "Ghostface's Sweetest Reward: A Tale of Terror and Desire" Satoru reads out with a raised eyebrow, an amused grin etched into his striking features. "So, does this mean you have a thing for guys in masks, or is it just Ghostface?" Suguru questions with a thoughtful hum.
As the memory faded, you were brought back to the present moment and the reality of the situation you were facing.
"Now, Y/N..." Suguru's voice speaks softly, his dark eyes glinting through the mask "We're going to play a little game, shall we?" Satoru smirks behind his mask, mirroring Suguru's actions and twirling the knife in his hand menacingly as the sharp blade gleams in the dim light of the room. Without a second thought and acting on pure instinct alone, you swiftly turn to your left and dart up the stairs to the second floor of your shared house. Your legs suddenly carrying you at the speed of light, your heart racing with fear and excitement as you hide behind one of the corners on the upper level.
Suguru and Satoru exchange a look before giving chase, their footsteps echoing through the otherwise still silence of the house as they race after you. Once upstairs, they split up, Suguru heading to the left and Satoru to the right, searching for their fleeting girlfriend "Y/N!" Suguru's voice comes from one side, low and menacing. "Come out, come out, wherever you are. You can't hide from us forever." Satoru's taunt follows from the other end of the hallway "I can practically smell your fear, darling."
Your heart is practically beating out of your chest, as you stand there hidden in the shadows, like a cornered animal in a sick game of cat and mouse. And the so called cats are closing in on you fast, their footsteps slow and daunting. From across the dark hallway, you hear a knife being scraped against the wall with a stomach churning screech. In a quick attempt to 'save yourself' you make your footsteps as quiet as you can, cutting through the upstairs bathroom and back down the stairs. It would appear that luck is not on your side today as that one creaky floorboard at the bottom of the stairs gives you away as you step on it.
SHIT.
The sound is not lost on the two masked men. Their predator instincts heightening as they converge at the top of the stairs, listening intently to determine your next move. There are definitely more places to hide downstairs, and you opt for one of the guest bedrooms. You carefully open the door and silently slip inside, making sure to close it back up as you scan the darkened room for a new hiding place. The closet in the corner catching your attention. You slip inside and hold your breath, listening for any sounds.
Satoru begins to search the ground floor, his powerful footsteps reverberating throughout the hallway, as he checks each room. He approaches the guest room where you have tucked yourself away in the closet. His hand reaches for the doorknob and gives it a gentle twist, testing if it's locked. "Y/N... Come out and play!" he sing songs and only deafening silence sounds back. You're quiet as the proverbial mouse they've made you out to be, as you hold a hand over your mouth making sure to contain your quickened breathing. "Fine. We'll just have to find you the hard way." He pushes the door open, finding it unlocked. He steps inside, knife held at his side, his masked face scanning the dim room. "You wouldn't happen to be in here, would you, my love?" he taunts, his eyes narrowing as he spots the slightly ajar closet door. A sinister grin spreads across his face under the mask. He takes his time as he approaches the closet, his steps heavy and deliberate. He reaches out with one gloved hand and pulls the door open with a menacing creak, fitting of the situation and revealing your hiding spot. "Found you..."
You let out a blood curdling shriek as all the color drains from your face instantly and all you can hear is your own heartbeat thundering in your ears as you swiftly make a break for it. Satoru lunges forward, attempting to grab you as you dash out of the room. Unsuccessfully however, as his hand brushes against your shirt but you manage to slip away, racing down the hallway.
You come face to mask with Suguru your other assailant, his dark eyes locking in on you instantly.
Fuck fuck fuck, you're so fucked.
"Gotcha!" He crows, turning and grabbing you around the waist from behind. You flail and scream as he drags you backwards towards the couch, where he throws you down. "Nowhere left to run, it seems, Y/N..." he taunts, towering over you with the knife. Your heart raced with reckless abandon, it's rapid pace against your chest a stark testament to your mounting excitement. With every beat, a flurry of sensations washed over you, each more potent than the last. Your breath caught in your throat, ensnared by the urgency of the current moment "Please...no..."
Please yes.
Suguru's eyes gleam with exhilaration as he holds the sizeable knife up, the sharp blade catching the dim light of the living room. He reaches out with his other gloved hand and grabs your hair, yanking your head back to expose your throat. You gulp, your eyes wide with horror and anticipation "Please...Suguru..." Satoru enters the room, his blue orbs fixed intently on the scene unfolding before him. Suguru smirks beneath his mask, enjoying your pleading tone. "Too late for that, sweetheart" he growls, tightening his grip on your hair. Satoru moves closer, his own knife glinting menacingly as he raises it, mimicking Suguru's gestures.
"What are you going to do to me?"
Both of them exchange a look, grins visible beneath their masks. Suguru pushes you back onto the couch, pinning your arms above your head with one hand. Satoru on the other hand, slowly and deliberately, begins to cut through your shirt, his knife cold against your skin, sending shivers up your spine. You struggle against their hold with no avail "Let me go!"
They tighten their grip, unyielding. Suguru clamps a gloved hand over your mouth to muffle your desperate cries as Satoru finishes cutting through your collared work blouse, tossing the shredded fabric aside to reveal your bare skin. Your screams muffled, you continue kicking and flailing around, playing your part as the helpless victim. Suguru grins wider, enjoying your struggles. Satoru on the other hand, trails his sharp blade down your body, between your breasts, and down to your skirt. He cuts through the fabric, your poor pencil skirt falling away to leave you in only your pink panties.
You make a mental note to be upset about it later. That was a brand new skirt and it definitely didn't deserve this.
Your wide eyes take in the sight of your normally loving and attentive boyfriends, as they overpower you so easily. Their ghostface masks hiding their expressions. Suguru nuzzles your neck, his masked face brushing against your skin. His hand drifts down from your mouth, trailing along your collarbone, down to your breasts, squeezing toughly. Part of you is afraid at this new side of them, and the other part has your breath hitching as slick continues to pool in your underwear, about to soak through and run down your thigh. Nonetheless, you continue to plead with them desperately. He leans in close, his masked face inches from your ear. "Shh, just relax. We know you want this" he soothes, his hand slides from your breast to your hip, gripping it with force. Satoru steps forward, pressing the flat of his knife against your inner thigh.
You gasp and scream, your legs kicking around. The two of the chuckle darkly, enjoying your struggle. Satoru slowly drags the knife upwards before pulling down your cotton panties in one swift motion, parting your thighs and Suguru takes the opportunity to clamp his large hand over your mouth once again in an effort to keep your now muffled screams contained. Your pleading is a mumbled mess behind his hand, as you look at Suguru, your eyes full of unshed tears.
Suguru's eyes lock onto yours, his gaze cold and unyielding behind his mask. He gives your mouth a rough squeeze, silencing you further. Satoru leans in closer, his knife now pressing against your soaked folds. He smirks wickedly "Shh, no more protests. We know you're enjoying this, you little tease." He slides the knife along your slit, applying just enough pressure to stimulate without cutting. Suguru's hand releases your mouth only to wrap around your throat. "No...please let me go!" your pleading falling on deaf ears as the two of them ignore you. Satoru slowly pushes the handle of the knife into you, mimicking penetration and Suguru tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at him. "Behave" he says, his tone stern and devoid of any emotion.
"No, please! Let me go. I promise I won't tell anyone!" Satoru and Suguru exchange smirks and Suguru's grip on your throat tightens slightly. "We know you won't" Satoru whispers menacingly, slowly moving the knife handle in and out of you. "Besides...who would they believe?" The tears running down your face are a stark contrast to the slick juices running down the knife all the way down to the blade. Your boyfriends assailants share a look once again, and Satoru pulls the knife out with a squelch. He holds it up, your essence dripping from the blade and brings it to Suguru's lips. He laps at the liquid, his eyes your never leaving yours. You bite your lip and fight hard to bite back the moan that threatens to spill from your lips as your eyes are completely entranced by the debauched sight unfolding in front of you. Suguru's eyes roll back briefly in pleasure, relishing your taste like it's some kind of nectar of the gods.
"Mmm, she's soaking wet..." He comments as Satoru grins behind his mask and returns his gaze to you, gripping your thighs and spreading them wide.
"Please, I beg you. Please, don't do this. Let me go!" your voice trembles as you plead for mercy. Both men hold you down firmly, their grip unwavering. Satoru brings the wet knife back to your body, trailing it up your quivering stomach, between your heaving breasts, and to your neck, where he presses the cold blade against your pulse point.
"Not until we're done playing."
"Ha-ah..." your words get stuck in your throat. Suguru smirks and grabs your hair, forcing you to look at him. "What's the matter, darling? Can't handle a little thrill? How cute." his voice drops an octave as he purrs in a sinister tone. Meanwhile Satoru grinds against you, his pulsing hardness evident through his pants.
"Please! I haven't seen your faces, just let me leave" your lips utter, but your soaked cunt clenches around nothing. "And miss all the fun we have planned?" Satoru tsks, his knife hand releasing your thigh to unzip his pants. Suguru yanks your head back harder, his voice gruff. "Look at you, begging for mercy, while your body begs for us." You can only whimper, as tears stream from your eyes, playing the part, but your hazy gaze betrays how badly you want them in this very moment. His eyes gleam with sadistic delight as he looks at you, his grip on your hair tightening to the point of pain. Satoru, meanwhile, frees his thick, hard cock and rubs it against your slick folds, the head pressing against your entrance.
"Shut up and hold still."
"No please, Mr. Killer, not there."
"And what would you prefer?" Satoru asks, his voice low and dangerous as he pushes in an inch. Suguru chuckles darkly, his hand pulling your hair prompting you to answer. "Your mouth or your backside? Hmm?" Satoru thrusts deeper, his hips slowly rolling as his bright blue eyes stare into yours from behind the mask, ice cold. "Answer us, or we'll choose for you."
"My mouth, Mr. Ghostface" you answer, head empty, completely devoid of any of the witty remarks you have on hand at all times.
"Good girl" Satoru praises, his grip on your hips tightening as he pulls out with a hiss and presents himself to your lips. Suguru's hand untangles itself from your hair and wraps around your jaw, his long fingers prying open your mouth and tipping your head back further. "Open wide, slut." Satoru's swollen cock head presses against your tongue, smearing pre-cum.
"Suck it like the desperate whore you are" he commands coldly, his other hair tangling itself in your tresses. Suguru's digits tighten around your jaw as he holds you open wider. Tears pour down as you follow his command. Not that you had any choice to begin with. Your cheeks hollow around him as you work your tongue around his shaft. He smirks cruelly under his mask, as he sees your tears, thrusting deep into your throat. "That's it... choke on my cock like the cock hungry slut you really are." Suguru's dark eyes flash with lust watching as you gag and slurp around Satoru's length.
"You like that, baby?" Satoru sneers, his voice hard as he grips your hair forcefully and pushes his hips forward, burying his thickness deep into your mouth once again. "Maybe Suguru should have your other hole then." You can't help as the stifled moan escapes your throat, practically salivating at the thought, your teary eyes rolling back slightly. You're way too far gone in the fantasy to have any constructive thoughts, too lost in every feeling.
Suguru chuckles darkly as he lets go of your jaw, his large hands groping and squeezing your ass. "Mmm, I can't wait to split this tight cunt on my cock. I'll ruin you, sweetheart" he spits crudely, delivering a sharp smack to your rear. You yelp slightly as Satoru continues to use your mouth, your cunt now dripping slick onto the couch cushions. "Fuck... your throat feels so good wrapped around my dick," Satoru groans, his heavy balls slapping against your chin with each brutal thrust. "Get her ready for me Suguru. I want to watch you wreck her needy little fuckhole."
Suguru's managed to get his pants unzipped and down, his massive erection bobbing as he walks over to the other side of the couch. He grabs a handful of your ass and spreads your cheeks wide, exposing your dripping wet pussy to him. "Look at this pretty little cunt, so soaked and desperate for my cock." He positions himself between your legs, the swollen head of his huge length pressing against your entrance. "I'm going to destroy this tight hole" he growls, and with one brutal thrust, he slams his thick shaft deep inside you, stretching you obscenely. You gasp and scream around Satoru's cock as your eyes widen at the sudden invasion.
"Gag on it louder" Satoru orders callously, driving forward into your abused throat once again. Suguru withdraws and slams back into you, his thick member pulling apart your insides. "Gonna break you in two." Your eyes continue to tear up, salty tears pouring down as you continue to take both men, the helplessness of the situation causes your walls to tighten even more around Suguru.
"Fuck... you're so pretty when you cry for me, baby" Satoru coos with a moan.
Suguru sets a punishing pace, pounding into you with animalistic ferocity. The wet squelching of your pussy fills the room. "Fuck, her cunt is squeezing me like a vice" he grunts. Satoru just smirks as he fucks your face harder. He grips your hair around his fist, holding you in place as he hilts his large endowment down your spasming throat. "Mmm... that's it, choke on it."
Satoru picks up the pace, slamming his thick cock into your face over and over again. Suguru's thrusts are just as brutal, pounding your pussy into submission. The two of them work in perfect sync, their heavy breathing, throaty moans and your cunt squelching filling the room as they use you for their pleasure. Tears continue to stream down your face as you gag on Satoru's length, saliva dripping from your chin. You can barely breathe, but they don't care. Their rhythm becomes more synchronized, both grunting from exertion, as they stretch and fill you. The faces behind their masks, contorted with pleasure.
Suguru's girth slamming against your cervix with each stroke. "Fuck... gonna cum" Satoru moans breathily "I think you're ready to take both of us, baby." Without warning they pull out of you and flip you so you're straddling Satoru as he sits on the couch, leaning against the cushions. He grips your hips as he lines himself up with your abused entrance and pulls you down onto him, a hiss escaping your lips at the intrusion. He grunts as your tight heat envelops him fully "Mmm...fuck...still so tight." Suddenly Suguru, leans into you from behind and presses the well lubricated tip of his length to your puckered hole. "Relax and take it all, slut" he groans as he starts to push in.
You groan in pain, digging your nails into Satoru's shoulders for some semblance of support. Your puckered ring of muscles tenses around Suguru as he pops himself into your anal ring, stretching you to the limit before finally bottoming out. He starts to thrust in and out "Her ass is so tight", he grunts. Satoru looks up at you with a sadistic grin as he starts pounding into your pussy. All you can do is scream at the fullness you feel, being stretched apart so obscenely. You feel slightly lightheaded as the two masked men continue to use you like a ragdoll.
"Shut up and take it. You love being stuffed and used like our little fuck toy, don't you?" Satoru hisses, his grip on your hips tightening as he thrusts upwards. Suguru wraps his hand around your neck from behind, pulling you flush against him while he brutally pounds into your back entrance. Your tears never ceasing to fall, continue to cascade down your face, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure washing over you all in one. Unable to form a coherent response, you just moan, your brain feeling like it's short circuiting. "Look at her crying, Suguru. She's so fucking beautiful when she's broken" Satoru mewls, his voice dripping with sadistic glee. Suguru's hand chokes you gently, his other hand reaching around to rub your engorged clit.
"Oh God!" you manage to choke out, the lack of oxygen to your brain only heightening your intense pleasure. Your holes tighten and pulse around them both as you feel that oh so familiar coil building up in your stomach, threatening to snap at any moment. "That's it, cum for us like the dirty slut you are" Satoru demands, his hips slamming up into you at a punishing pace and Suguru grinds into your ass, his fingers speeding up the circles on your swollen bundle of nerves. As if on command, your body obeys immediately, spasming as you grip around them like a vice, broken cries of pleasure escaping your sore throat.
"Mmm yeah... milk our cocks dry, baby" Satoru purrs as he buries himself deep inside your convulsing cunt, his thick essence painting your insides. Suguru follows shortly after, biting down on your shoulder as he pumps your other hole full of his hot cum. Your body goes limp in their embrace as you come down from your intense orgasm.
"There you go, good girl" Satoru praises softly, his touch gentle now as he helps you collapse onto his chest before throwing his mask onto the floor haphazardly. Suguru pulls out of you, taking off his own mask and contently collapses onto the sofa beside you both. "You did so good, Y/N." he whispers, nuzzling your neck softly. "Yeah?" you mumble in your dazed state. "Uh-huh" Satoru confirms and Suguru nods into your neck and mumbles "Are you alright, love? Was that too much?"
"No, it was just perfect. Did you... read that fanfiction?" you inquire softly. They just laugh in response.
"Come on. Let's get you cleaned up princess."