Tokito and inosuke going grocery shopping with their wife that’s teasing and edging the live (and cum) out of them thanks to the remote controlled toys she’s strapped to them

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‘cleanup in aisle four’ / Muichiro x Reader x Inosuke

warnings: NSFW, inappropriate behavior in public, Mommy kink, cock rings

words: 1,009

(a/n): Both boys are 18+ in this!

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“What kind of cereal do you guys want?” you ask, voice completely nonchalant. Glancing down at your shopping list, humming thoughtfully. You’re planning on making something really tasty for dinner that night, so you still need to pick up some specific items.

“You… You’re kidding, right?” Muichiro asks you. He sounds completely breathless; glancing to him, you take in his embarrassed expression and the pink dusting on his cheeks. Yanking on his hoodie, he pulls it even further down over his track pants. “Mommy, come on…”

“Just fucking grab some Fruity Pebbles or something,” Inosuke grunts. Like Muichiro, he wears baggier clothes; shifting from foot to foot, it almost seems like he’s dying to crawl out of his skin. “I just wanna go home.”

You click your tongue. “Being a brat isn’t going to get you anywhere, piggy,” you warn. “I can drag this out for as long as I want. And you know what? Since you want to act like that, I guess I have no other choice.”

At that, Inosuke’s eyes go wide. “Wait, wait,” he starts, waving his hands frantically, “don’t do that-“

Reaching inside your coat’s pocket, your thumb lands on the switch of the remote and flicks it up to a higher setting. Immediately, Inosuke shudders, his hands slapping over his mouth as he holds back his moans. What, he didn’t think he could get away with such an attitude, did he? How pathetic.

“So, bunny,” you say, turning to Muichiro. “Are you going to pick something out or do you want to join piggy?”

Quickly, Muichiro shakes his head, his long braid whipping behind him. “Can we get Honeycombs?” You notice how he’s careful to keep his voice gentle, but it still shakes. Like Inosuke, a vibrating cock ring is wrapped around his pretty cock; both of the remotes remain in your possession, each of them tucked away in either pocket. It was only meant to be a lighthearted game, nothing more, but oh, does the amount of power you hold is intoxicating.

“T-t-turn it down,” Inosuke stutters. Reaching out, he grabs a hold of the shopping cart, desperate to keep himself upright. “Mommy, please,” he continues. “I’m gonna cum if you keep that up.”

You flash him a pleasant smile. “Aww, we can’t have that happening now, can we? It would be a shame if I were to do this.” With your words, you crank the setting of the remote even higher. Inosuke squeaks, the blush on his face further darkening as his eyes roll in his head. The way he clenches onto the shopping cart and how his back arches tells you he’s ready to fall off the edge, let loose in his shorts, but then the delicious vibrations rumbling his cock abruptly stops.

“No, no, no,” Inosuke whines, his bottom lip trembling. “Mommy, I wanna cum,” he whisper-yells. “Please let me cum.”

“Oh, so now you’re trying to be all polite? Sorry, piggy, but I don’t think so,” you coo. “What’s the point of playing a game if I let you win so easily?”

Unbeknownst to you, Muichiro grabs his cock, the steady vibration doing nothing to ease the ache. Seeing one of his lovers nearly cum has insides burning, his heart thumping erratically. It’s just so hot, and knowing that he still has to put up with this torture is making his head turn to mush. He knows it’s a ballsy move – one that will probably get him into some serious trouble – but he can’t handle it anymore.

Stepping closer to you, he peers around your shoulder, pretending to be reading the items listed on your list. Sneakily, his shifts his hips, his clothed cock brushing against your thigh. Oh fuck, it just feels so good, your body is so soft and warm… Without realizing it, he builds up his pace, losing himself to the wonderful friction. He knows he’s not going to get off with the cock ring still on him, but maybe, just maybe, it’ll be enough for to change your mind and you’ll have mercy on both him and Inosuke.

“O-oh god,” Muichiro breathes. With the cock ring vibrating even stronger around him, he clutches onto your waist, his mind swimming and eyelids fluttering. “Fuck – Mommy,” he mutters into your ear, “please me. I want you to fuck me, Mommy… I need it.”

“Tsk. Both of you are so needy, aren’t you?” you say lowly. It’s clear that your tone carries a warning, but neither of the boys care. Their cocks ache so much, their desperation is getting the better of them. Inosuke slithers to your other side, his nose nudging the collar of your coat out of the way before he places his mouth to your pulse.

“Come on,” Inosuke growls.

“Thinking you two could tag team me like this in the middle of a grocery store?” You scoff. “The sheer audacity of it. What happens if I do this?” Before either of the guys can say anything, you crank each of their remotes to the highest setting. Both of them convulse, their breaths catching in their throats in delicate gasps.

“Ah – ah – hnngh – Mommy,” Muichiro whimpers. “It’s too much. Oh my god… I think my… My cock’s gonna burst.” His expression is pathetic, yet it turns you on nonetheless. Bright cheeks, glossy eyes, slicked lips; it’s like he’s already been fucked stupid.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Inosuke grunts. Grabbing onto your hips roughly, he shamelessly ruts against your side. “So close…” He whines as his movements turn frantic; after a moment or so, he comes to a stop, but his whining doesn’t. “I can’t… I can’t cum.”

“Did you seriously just have a dry orgasm?” you taunt. “Dirty piggy, trying to get off in such a public place. You should be ashamed.”

“Mommy, please,” Muichiro tries again. “We’re begging you. Please, please make us cum. We’ll do anything,” he babbles.

Again, you scoff. “Dirty boys. Five minutes in the bathroom, tops. If you don’t cum then, you won’t be able to cum at all today.”

Can I make a request for tokito and inosuke being in poly relationship with a dom female and having a mommy kink along with a lactation kink if possibly

I may need to request tokito and inosuke’s wife dressing them up in dresses or lingerie because I need it.....for scientific purposes 👀

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Let’s just jump right into the sin because fuck it

‘of cream and lace’ / Muichiro x Reader x Inosuke

warnings: NSFW, feminine boys, blowjobs, mentions of spanking

words: 1,343

(a/n): Both boys are 18+ in this!

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“Ugh, do we have to wear these?” Inosuke groans, deep voice gravelly with embarrassment. Even so, his face is wonderfully flushed, the pink hue making the greens of his irises pop. He smooths the skirt of his dress down, the creamy fabric delightfully soft and smooth.

Like Muichiro’s, the dress he wears is more of a Lolita type; the hem of the skirt and sleeves are frilly, just like the collar, and a row of cute little buttons lines the front. The dress itself is loose, falls to the knee, and it’s surprisingly comfortable. Muichiro’s dress looks a lot like his, but the sleeves are a full length and the material is a delicate shade of blush.

“Mommy said she wanted to see us in something pretty,” Muichiro says simply. He pushes long strands of inky hair behind his ear, pinning it back with a pearl clip. He looks like a doll like this, all big eyes and full lashes, light pink adorning his cheeks and lips.

“But it’s embarrassing,” Inosuke hisses. “And it’s just…” He trails off, his hand absentmindedly dropping to his front and pawing at his crotch. Inosuke scoffs, then, his cheeks brightening in color. “I want them off.”

Cocking his head, Muichiro’s tongue darts out and across his lips, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. “Are you already having problems, Inosuke?”

“Shut up,” Inosuke snaps. “I am not having problems! So just… Just… be quiet.”

A slight giggle escapes Muichiro’s lips; a devious glint brightens his eyes, the corners of his mouth curling salaciously. “Don’t lie, piggy,” Muichiro coos, using the name you often call Inosuke. Inosuke visibly tenses at the pet name, his fists curling into fists on his lap. Getting up from his stool, he crosses over to the bed all three of you share; sinking onto the oversized mattress, he kneels in front of Inosuke. “I can help.”

Now, Inosuke can be foolish, but he’s also known Muichiro for a long time, even longer than he’s known you. It doesn’t take much to understand what Muichiro’s playing at. The problem is, though… You. Their mommy, their delightful wife, the one who cracks the whip and takes control. You don’t mind if they do things together, but you’ve strictly told them that you’d want to be part of it when they do – or at least watch. It’s only more than fair, considering this polyamorous relationship. Nobody wants to be left out, left alone. Everything is meant to be together.

“I don’t want to get in trouble,” Inosuke grunts. “Don’t you remember the last time we were punished? My ass was red for a week.”

“And it was so pretty,” Muichiro purrs. “Come on, at least let me ease the tension. It’s no fair if Mommy gets to have all the fun.”

With gentle movements, he urges Inosuke to lie flat on his back. Inosuke mumbles under his breath, a curse slipping here and there, but he lets Muichiro do as he pleases. A shaky sigh passes through his lips when Muichiro places his hands on his exposed thighs, rubs his thumbs into the muscular flesh.

“So tense,” Muichiro murmurs. “Does crossdressing turn you on that much?”

“Stop being a tease,” Inosuke grunts. He huffs and flashes Muichiro a pout. “It’s not fair.”

Muichiro smiles. “My apologies.”

At that, he lifts the skirt of Inosuke’s dress up and promptly sticks his head underneath. It’s entirely warm underneath, smells of musk and faint traces of soap. Muichiro bites his lip at the sight awaiting him; a pair of soft nylon panties, white in color and adorned with lace and a tiny rose at the waistband. It’s a pair you bought for Inosuke, a pair you insisted he wear. Muichiro wears a pair of panties himself, but they look nothing like these. What really gets his attention, though, is the fact that Inosuke is already hard.

Straining against the fabric, his cock is already flushed an angry red, precum beading at the slit and wetting the nylon. Inosuke’s cock stretches out the waistband, completely lifting it from his pubic bone in the front. Muichiro licks his lips at the sight, at the mere idea that his lover got so excited over something so trivial.

“Stop staring,” Inosuke grunts. Even though Muichiro’s head is completely covered by his skirt, he can feel Muichiro’s gaze cutting into him.

“But it’s so pretty,” Muichiro says with a pout. Reaching out, he plucks the waistband between two fingers, pulls it out, and then lets it snap back against the flesh. Inosuke hisses above him, his cock twitching, leaking more precum.

Dropping his head, he mouths at Inosuke’s cock, lips and tongue pressing against the hard flesh through the nylon. Inosuke jerks, his whole body tightening from the warm sensation. Muichiro merely spreads his thighs further apart, opting to suckle at Inosuke’s cockhead, that cute little bit of flushed skin poking out from the panties. A deep groan bursts from Inosuke’s chest, the sound deliciously raspy and seemingly out of breath already.

“Damn tease,” Inosuke grumbles. “You’re just like Mommy.”

“What about me?” your voice suddenly chimes.

Inosuke jumps, a surprised squeal erupting from his throat. Despite his startlement, his cock hardens. Muichiro hums in both satisfaction and amusement; shifting his fingers from Inosuke’s thigh, he tugs the delicate panties down, taking the chance to properly wrap his lips around Inosuke’s cock, head sinking as he takes it down his throat.

Leaning against the doorframe, you cross your arms, an expectant look on your face. Inosuke stares at you with wide eyes, his mouth hanging agape. This is the last thing that he wanted, but fuck if getting caught doesn’t make it more exciting. The wet heat of Muichiro’s mouth is intoxicating, leaving Inosuke dizzy in the head as his soft lips and tongue run up and down his cock.

“My, my… I only sent you two to get changed and this is what I find? Not very fair, is it?” Clicking your tongue, you cross over to the bed and take a seat next to Inosuke. “Hmmm… But you look so pretty, piggy,” you coo. Inosuke moans at the pet name, at your sultry tone. “Bunny, I want to see you too.”

Reaching down, you yank Inosuke’s dress up. Muichiro suddenly comes into view, then, his crystalline eyes heavy lidded, his petal lips wrapped sinfully around Inosuke’s thick cock. Saliva spills from the corners of his lips, leaves his chin wet and sticky. He moans when he makes eye contact with you; in turn, Inosuke’s hips buck, a desperate noise sounding through the air.

“Impatient little brats,” you scold. “Does dressing up all nice and pretty for me get your little dicks hard? Clearly it does.” Cupping Inosuke’s cheek, you brush your thumb over the heated skin. “You should be ashamed.”

“Mommy,” Inosuke whines, “please.”

“Uh-uh-uh, you know I don’t like it when you boys go behind my back like this. How do you think that makes me feel, hmm?” Hand creeping down his body, you caress him through the dress, a dark gleam in your eyes. “And who started this?”

Instead of saying anything, Inosuke’s eyes flitter to Muichiro.

You scoff. “Of course.” With your other hand, you grip onto Muichiro’s hair, giving it a rough yank and effectively pulling him off Inosuke’s cock. Inosuke whines at the loss of contact, his cock throbbing and spilling out more precum than before. “Open up, bunny,” you grit.

Without any hesitation, Muichiro lets his jaw drop, a mix of saliva and precum dripping from his lips and tongue. The sight is nothing but sinful, leaving Inosuke moaning for more.

“You know what happens when you boys misbehave, right? Mommy gets very angry.”

“I couldn’t help myself,” Muichiro purrs.

Again, you scoff. “That might be so, bunny.” Pulling your hands away, you stand up from the bed, snapping your fingers at the two of them. “You two – on the bed, asses in the air. I’ve got a nice paddle that I want to acquaint you with.”

Bratty tokito and inosuke is everything but they also are such momma boys that it’s cute -☁️🐗

“Do we really have to wear these?” Inosuke whines. He tugs at the waistband of his lacey panties, the light pink hue complimenting his skin.

Muichiro huffs his agreement. “It’s too tight,” he complains, dragging his palm over his hardening cock. He gasps at the slight friction against his cockhead.

You slap their hands away. “I thought you boys said you wanted to look pretty for Mommy?” With a pout, you flutter your eyelashes at them.

Both of them look down in shame. “Yes, Mommy,” the say simultaneously.

Grabbing onto their hands, you direct each of them to straddle either one of your thighs. “My pretty boys. You want a treat, don’t you?” You gesture to your thighs. “Then get to work.”