How I married two women 02
Forgot the first chapter was in first person pov. By the time I was writing this it was already in third person. Oh well.
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"Babe, have you seen my hairpin?" Mugino asked, as she looked at the mirror on the wall facing the bed where Othinus slept. The blonde girl yawned, shifted in her sleep and settled under the scarlet sheets.
"Didn't see it," Touma answered. He wore blue shorts and not much else, having thrown his white shirt to the floor after his back itched too many times to count. He sat on the swiveling chair in front of the computer, busy correcting someone wrong in the internet. He was giving them wisdom and they show gratitude by calling him a retard? He was not mentally handicapped! How dare they think otherwise!
His fingers angrily smashed the keyboard buttons in a fit of fury.
"Calm down there tiger," Mugino laughed. "Don't need to lower yourself to those losers."
The chair rotated. Touma glared at her, blushed at her wink and gulped. Mugino wore a dark green t-shirt that was a hugged her shapely torso and revealed her hard nipples.
And not much else.
The hemline of the shirt was enough to keep Touma guessing if there was anything beneath it, but Mugino's bare legs were enough of a distraction from the thought. Her forefinger fiddled with a thread of silky auburn hair as she grinned at him.
"See something you like, handsome? I must warn you though, I don't work for free."
Touma sighed and saw the world rotate around him. "Y-you are such a handful."
She raised her ring finger where a golden band wrapped around it, shimmering with the diamond at its center. "Your wedding ring suggests otherwise." She sashayed towards him, the movement of her hips on top of everything else being furiously distracting.
"I mean, you don't need a hairpin anyway." Touma felt his throat dry when she pushed her forefinger into his chest. "You're already beautiful…"
Mugino's face took a satisfied expression. "Tell me more," she breathed. She leaned on his shoulder and bit his earlobe. She smelled of vanilla and some other scent that made her exhilarating for his heart.
His arms found her waist, hands holding her waistline and thumbs brushing over her side. "You're sarcastic but it adds to your charm. Your glares actually resemble pouts and make you look cute. Whenever you act petty it's so irresistible indulging whatever you want."
"You piece of shit." She looked down at him as she pushed him against the backrest, pressing her softer body to his. "Using the opportunity I gave you to mock me? I think someone needs to relearn their manners."
He looked up at her, eyes earnest and voice scruple as he said, "Mugino, I love you."
She smashed her lips to his, hungrily kissing him like a thirsty woman under the desert finding an oasis and guzzling a drink. Her legs pushed on either side of his as she stradled him, her knees touching his elbow before she wrapped her legs behind him.
Their lips pulled apart. He groaned, forehead pressing hers as her hand found its way under his shorts, rubbing her thumb on his cock, coating her thumb in precum. Her grin turned wicked as she nibbled on his lower lips.
"You were masturbating last night. That fucking pissed me off." She growled between bites. "Didn't I tell you that if you're horny do it in us? We're married for fuck's sake. Cum as much as you want!"
Her hips shoved against his, and his cock was buried in her slick, wet pussy. That answered the question of whether or not she was wearing something underneath. He groaned between her chest even as one hand went under her shirt to caress her skin and grab her breast. She hissed as he began thrusting inside her, her hands steadying themselves by holding his shoulder.
Touma pulled her shirt up and squeezed one breast as his lips kissed the other. His mouth opened up, tongue flicking her nipple and taking it all in.
"Yes! Make me your onahole. Fuck my brains out!" Her words became incoherent as the fucking went on, eyes closing and mouth squealing. Soon it was replaced by moans and screams of, "harder!" and "faster!"
Her breast was coated in his spittle, the other an angry red as he pinched it relentlessly. Touma dug his fingers into it, Mugino mimicking the motion with her hands burying themselves on his shoulder as she slammed him against the backrest and pushed him deeper inside her.
"Inside me!" she all but screamed. He conceded to her demand and released his hot jizz inside her, triggering her own orgasm. His teeth bit a little too roughly as he groaned into her heaving breast, feeling her vaginal walls squeeze him dry.
By the time Mugino was done Touma released her chest and was busy admiring her lustering, spasming body while ignoring his own worn-out frame. One brown eye opened beneath reddish-brown bangs sticking to her skin. "There. Feeling better?"
"Pretty much," he nodded.
"Good. I was getting tired of you being a bitch." Unconcerned to his cock still inside her, Mugino swung the chair, letting out a moan and giving a smirk as Touma followed. She checked the computer and began typing faster than he could see.
Paragraphs formed on the screen. She posted the comment, roasting whoever he was arguing with and logging out in less time than it took him to formulate a comeback online. "Where were we?" she said, licking her lips hungrily, eyes looking at him like he was a delicious piece of meat, and hands holding his forearm to the armrest, thumbnails burying into his skin and drawing blood.
He gulped, feeling his cock harden once more. She began bouncing in earnest. Tongue stretched out in pleasure.
He bore through it all, just waiting for her to pleasure herself with his cock while he resisted the urge to cum. Eventually he did, and superseded her own climax by two seconds. Mugino snuggled into him, wrapping her limbs on his body like an octopus catching its prey. He rubbed her back and sighed against the headrest.
He eyed the hairpin beside his mouse. She knew where it was from the start. Touma buried his nose in Mugino's hair and took in her scent. He didn't know if it was because she was a girl or because she was his partner. Othinus has the same effect. Whatever it was, Touma was addicted to it and couldn't, wouldn't ever get enough.