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Commission: Feels Good to Lose (Persona)
🕑 Added 2019-11-04 20:41:47 +0000 UTCSummary: Akira planned on surprising his girlfriend, Futaba, with a visit, with the chance to finally fuck the shy hermit, only to find his girlfriend and best friend, Ryuji, in the midst of making love. The two gloat over how they're betraying Akira, unleashing a part of Akira that he never knew he had. Includes: Happy being cucked, NTR, and Dark.
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Akira arrived at Leblanc with a wide grin on his face. He was practically brimming with excitement, grinning ear to ear as he walked out of the taxi and towards the cafe.
The young man had been planning this visit for the better part of a few months. He was planning on surprising his girlfriend, Futaba Sakura, and the rest of his friends with a visit over the holidays.
What he didn’t tell anyone was that he planned on arriving a day early to visit his girlfriend specifically. Granted, he had made that choice yesterday spontaneously, but still. He was here now, about to surprise Futaba with his presence.
He entered Lablanc and found Sojiro working the counter. The older man’s eyes widened as he saw Akira, almost dropping the glass he was cleaning in his hand.
“A-Akira?”
“Hey, old man,” Akira teased. “Surprised to see me?”
“Uh, well, y-yeah. Thought you were coming tomorrow.” Sojiro’s eyes glanced to the stairs leading to Akira’s room, before looking at the young man. “B-but you’re here…”
“Yep. Thought I’d come by early to surprise everyone. Specifically Futaba.”
“Hm.” The old man rubbed the back of his head, slowly moving his hand down to his neck. “R-right. I understand, it’s just, uh… W-well, you see the thing is, I… N-nobody knew you’d be coming here today.”
“Yeah. That’s why it’s a surprise,” he chuckled. “Speaking of surprises, I’m going to go give your daughter a surprise. You mind handing me the keys to your place?” Akira smiled, walking forward, only for Sojiro to speak up.
“M-maybe you shouldn’t, kid. Maybe you should, I-I don’t know, go see how Haru is doing or something. See how Yusuke’s next piece is going.”
“What are you talking about?” Akira asked, raising his brow. Sojiro opened his mouth, but Akira didn’t bother listening. He shook his head, chuckling in amusement at the man. “You’re old, Sojiro, but you’re not old enough to go senile on me.”
“Now, I’m going to go to Futaba’s room. Mind giving me the keys?” He held out his hand expectingly, and despite the man’s clearly nervous attitude, Akira grinned. “You can tell her I’m here and coming over, if you want. Or leave the fun part for me. Either way, do you mind bringing my stuff up for me?”
Akira left the older man, who sighed, shaking his head muttering the words “damn, kid.” Akira didn’t really care, figuring Sojiro already liked him enough. If the old man got annoyed with him, so what?
Akira was here for Futaba. He was eager to see his girlfriend again as the older man handed Akira the keys to his home.
The young, raven-haired man with a smile going ear to ear, thought about what he’d be doing to Futaba in a few hours. Before he had to leave for his old hometown, he was confident that Futaba and him were moments away from finally fucking. He was going to get laid with the gorgeous redhead, but she chickened out at the last second.
Akira didn’t bother letting that disappointment keep him down, though. Now that he was back, he was ready to seize what was his. He left his things at the base of the stairs in Leblanc for the old man to bring up, before he walked out to the nearby house.
He could see her now. Futaba Sakura, innocent, yet horny and hungry for his cock. She’d ride his dick, finally give her that pounding he had always wanted to give her for months.
During their time together on Christmas Eve, he had taken his dick out for her, wanting her to suck him off before he was thrown into jail. She rejected the idea, though, her eyes locked on his cock, too awestruck to even say anything.
He tried one more time after coming back, on Valentine’s Day, but once again, Futaba seemed too shy to accept his kind offer. A shame.
The poor girl was too embarrassed those nights, but soon, she’d be bouncing on his cock, tiny breasts in his hands as he kissed her sweet lips….
The dark-haired man soon arrived at the house, and he walked inside without a problem. He continued to grin as he walked up the steps, only to come to a sudden stop. His fantasies were more vivid than he thought. He almost thought he had actually heard Futaba’s mo-
“Mmmh…”
Akira’s eyes widened, and he stood still as a statue as he heard the unmistakable sound of a… moan? He had heard that sound plenty of times from various pornos and hentais. A woman moaning, and if his suspicions were right, it wasn’t just any woman.
Akira put his Phantom Thief skills to good use, prowling down the halls of the quiet home, moving closer and closer to where he knew his girlfriend was. As he moved, the moans grew louder, and Akira’s egocentric mind crafted a ‘reasonable’ explanation for the growing moans.
She was watching hentai. It was obvious, wasn’t it? The poor girl must have missed him that much, and she was clearly getting her pussy ready for the real thing. He grinned, almost salivating at the thought of her naked body against his.
Then the next thing he heard left him frozen, reeling from the sound.
“Mmm, Master Ryuji…”
What? What the hell? What the fuck did he just hear? Akira shook his head, moving as quickly and quietly as he could down the hall, reaching Futaba’s room in mere moments. What he saw inside left him shocked, and almost made him fall over from horror.
Futaba was on her bed, jacket laying at her feet, as Ryuji, his best friend, held her. The two were kissing, making out, buck naked as Futaba sat on the man.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out what the hell they were doing. They were having sex. The couple were naked, holding one another as Futaba bounced on Ryuji. Akira’s silver eyes glanced down, catching Ryuji’s dick, and despite his disgust and rage, he couldn’t help but notice how big the man was.
Futaba ended up speaking exactly what Akira was thinking. “Ahh! Oh, Master Ryuji,” she moaned. “Your cock is so much bigger than my boyfriend’s.” She giggled, continuing to bounce on Ryujji as the blonde grinned. “Fuck, I love you.”
They kissed again, tongues wrestling as Akira found it hard to breath. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Futaba, his girlfriend, and Ryuji, his best friend… What were they doing together?! What was happening?!
Akira laid low, and he laid silent, watching the two kiss as Futaba continued to bounce on Ryuji’s cock. She moaned, groping her small breasts as she gasped for air.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, even after all this time,” Ryuji grinned.
“Mmm, thank you, Master…”
“I can’t believe we’ve been fucking for as long as we have and Akira still hasn’t noticed.”
Noticed? Wait, h-how long had they been doing this? Behind his back? But Futaba didn’t sleep with him! Why would anyone pick Ryuj over someone like him?! Ryuji is, well, was his best friend, but he was a loser compared to the leader of the Phantom Thieves!
Yet Futaba was the one riding Ryuji’s dick.
“I know, right? Ahh!” Futaba moaned again, moving her firm ass while she rotated her hips on the man. “How stupid can you be? Ahh! Harder!”
Futaba kept bouncing on Ryuji’s dick, and Akira could see her pussy squeezing down tightly on his shaft. His hands rose up to feel her chest, and Ryuji rolled and played with her nipples with his fingers. She smiled, moaning as her fingers held his.
Something caught Futaba’s gaze, and she turned her eyes towards her laptop. There was a beep as it showed something on the screen, and she grinned, suddenly bouncing faster and faster on Ryuji’s dick.
“We’ve been fucking for months now. Almost a year behind his back and he hasn’t even noticed! Fuck, I loved fucking on Christmas…”
What? Akira’s eyes widened as Futaba and Ryuji walked down memory lane.
“After he showed you his dick?” Ryuji asked with a chuckle.
“Yeah. It was so tiny,” she giggled. “Like, not even a third the size of yours, Ryuji!”
“That’s sad.”
“Mmmhm. I couldn’t help but stare at how tiny it was,” Futaba moaned. “It made me want to laugh.”
Akira felt humiliated when he heard that. Futaba thought his dick was small? He felt sick hearing that, yet he also felt his dick trembling. What the hell was this feeling? His blood rushing, heart pounding, penis hardening as blood flowed into it…
His eyes widened. Was he… Was he getting turned on by this? No way, it couldn’t be happening, but fuck, he couldn’t deny that the sounds of Futaba’s moans and their bodies slapping together was making him… him…
He gulped, listening to the two continued to talk. “When you were wearing that cute Santa outfit… So fucking hot. Your ass was so tight when I fucked you.”
“Mmmhm. God, I loved it feeling your cock in me. I totally forgot about him while he was locked away. I guess you just turned out to be the perfect d-di...ahh!” Futaba’s hands were on Ryuji’s chest, and she cried out loudly as she came right on the man’s cock.
The mewl was loud, filling the house as her orgasm hit her body. Futaba’s muscles spasmed, and her pussy walls tightened as Ryuji came inside of her, filling her with his seed.
“Fuck! Ryuji…!”
The orange-haired woman felt sperm filling her insides, coating the walls of her womanhood. Akira could only imagine how many times Ryuji had gotten the chance to fill that pussy with his seed. His cock trembled as he imagined the scenarios.
While he was in jail… While he was locked away… While he was dreaming about Futaba’s body, and her virgin cunt, she was riding Ryuji’s cock, making fun of him?
Akira’s cock trembled in his pants again, and he sighed as he felt the tip of his cock rub against the inside of his boxers. He leaned forward, watching Futaba lay on top of Ryuji, smiling into his eyes as their lips met once more.
“Mmm. Remember what we did on Valentine’s Day?” Futaba asked.
“You mean how you put on that sexy bikini for me and sucked me off? How could I forget?”
“I bet Akira was heartbroken when I told him I wasn’t feeling good, and how bad I was that I couldn’t give him his chocolates on the day of,” the hacker giggled. “But that’s because I gave them all. To. You.” She peppered her words with kisses, kissing the man again and again as they moved positions.
Akira pressed his back against the wall and sucked in air, terrified as his cock trembled between his legs. He glanced down at it as he hid, listening to the two laugh and moan and kiss, acting like young lovers on their honeymoon as he hid just out of sight.
“Yeah. They were amazing. Feel almost kind of bad for Akira,” Ryuji admitted.
“Mmm, don’t worry about it. I could tell he was always trying to sleep with me. He only liked me because of my body. You, though, you love me because we fit together so well, Key Item.”
Hearing Futaba refer to another man with that sacred title made Akira’s blood boil… and his cock throbbed again as he began to undo his pants. He couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t fight the need for a release as he unzipped his pants and fished his hard penis out from under his clothes. He grabbed it with one hand, squeezing it as he glanced into the room again.
He did his best to remain hidden as he saw Futaba on all fours in a doggy position. Her face was aimed away from the door, thankfully, as Ryuji sat up and pressed his cock along her pussy, teasing the woman.
“What was one of your favorite times you’ve ever fucked me?” Futaba asked.
“Damn… A favorite?” Ryuji’s hand stroked the woman’s butt as he pondered the question, before he gave her small, cute butt a slap. She moaned from the blow as he grinned. “Your birthday. How you treated me out for a night on the town, how we fucked the night away afterwards. How you wore that sexy dress for me…”
“Mmm, I’d wear anything for you, Master.”
“Fuck, I love it when you call me that…”
“Well, shouldn’t I respect the toughest, greatest man I know properly?” Futaba asked, before Ryuji took a handful of her hair in his hand and he pressed his cock into her, pushing into her as her tight walls were pushed apart. “Ahh!”
“Better than Akira?”
“Ahh, t-there’s no contest, Ryuji. You’re totally better than him! Bigger cock.” Akira’s hand slowly moved up his shaft. “Bigger muscles.” Then it slowly went down. “You’re just better!” Then up again.
Akira began to touch himself, jerking off his own dick to the sight of Futaba being fucked by his best friend. His breath felt short as his face burned and his heart pounded like a drum in his chest.
What was he doing? Guilt poured over him, but he didn’t stop. His body was moving on its own, mastuerbating to the sight of Futaba’s moaning and writhing body. Ryuji smacked his girlfriend’s ass again, and she cried out with a joyous smile.
“Oh, fuck… I love you. Master!”
“Heh. Tell me I could kick Akira’s ass.”
“Oh, without a doubt, Master!” Futaba giggled as Ryuji changed positions with her. Akira’s eyes widened as Ryuji picked Futaba up, hands on her ass, and carried her right off the bed. The blonde stood tall, holding Futaba in his arms as she bounced up and down on his shaft, helped by her Master.
Ryuji didn’t even seem to strain as he carried he. It came off as effortless as he lifted Futaba up and down on his dick.
As for the couple, the redhead’s womanhood tightened around Ryuji’s shaft, no doubt turned on by the fantasy she was painting in her, Ryuji’s, and even Akira’s head. “If you and Akira ever fought, it wouldn’t even last ten seconds. You’d kick his ass easy, and then everyone would see how much better you are than him!”
Akira imagined that scenario. How his fists would bounce off Ryuji’s chest, how the blonde could easily overpower him, how Futaba would cheer for Ryuji, not him. It made his cock harder as he touched himself quicker, shuddering as his balls quivered.
“And to the victor goes the spoils. You’d get me in a cute little cheerleader outfit. You can have me however you want. You can pound my pussy, or fuck my ass again, or I can suck your dick after you knocked his lights out…”
Akira laying on the ground, blacked out, with Futaba congratulating Ryuji with a kiss. The two would make out, tongues wrestling as his cock slid into her pussy. They wouldn’t even take the cheerleader outfit off. She’d just keep bouncing on him as he fucked her right over Akira…
“Mmm, and why stop there? I bet seeing you smack Akira around would help all the girls come to their senses.”
Akira’s eyes widened as he saw it in his mind. Ann, breasts bouncing, hair undone, sashaying to Ryuji. Makoto, always so calm and strong willed, blushed as she presented her naked body to him. Haru, bouncy and curvaceous, naturally attracted to the alpha of the group.
They’d all join Futaba in worshipping the man, leaving Akira all alone and oh fuck, he was cumming!
Akira imagined not just the members of his team, but all the other women he knew. His teacher, Sadayo Kawakami, sucking Ryuji’s dick, giving him the top grades as Akira fell to the bottom. Chihaya predicting that Ryuji was a better man, a real man, and bouncing on his cock as she left Akira behind. Hifumi picking the stronger man to make her boyfriend, worshipping Ryuji and leaving Akira in the dust.
There was something so hot, so intoxicating about that sense of betrayal. Losing everyone to one man. Part of Akira dreamed of seducing more of the women he knew after he finally got to fuck Futaba, but the idea of Ryuji standing over him, winning all of them over so easily…
He came on the floor, letting his cum spurt from his dick and onto the ground. He shuddered, hearing Futaba cry out. He could still hear them as he panted, trying to catch his breath as he stared at the drips of semen on the ground.
“Oh, fuck… Imagine all of us, worshipping you, kissing you… Ann and Haru giving you a double boob job, Makoto sucking your balls, and me-”
“Being the queen of them all,” Ryuji laughed, squeezing Futaba’s ass. “You’ll always be my girl, Futaba. I love you.”
Futaba had her arms wrapped around Ryuji’s neck, smiling lovingly into his eyes. He returned the smile as the two lovers kissed, tongues dancing, before Futaba cried out one more time.
“I love you, Ryuji. Thank you for- ahh! G-giving me the perfect fantasy. I love treating Akira like a NTR character. I love the idea of cheating on him! Making big bad Joker into a wimpy little cuck!”
“Fuck. No problem, babe,” Ryuji panted. “I love fucking you behind his back all the time.”
“Mmm. I want to dump Akira’s ass. I want to see his heartbroken face as he realizes I don’t need him anymore. That I dumped him! I bet he only got with me cause he thought I was easy, but I think he might actually like me.” Futaba sucked on Ryuji’s tongue, before the two broke the kiss. “I want to be the one to break his heart...”
Akira pulled on his cock, masterbating once more, but his dick was going soft in his grip once more. He couldn’t cum more than once, he realized. His body was spent, but not Ryuji.
Akira listened to Ryuji cum inside of Futaba, filling her pussy with semen. Sperm spilled out of her petite, tight body. It dripped onto the ground as Akira could only imagine how much cum Ryuji spent inside of the young woman.
The raven-haired boy laid by the wall, still trying to catch his breath as Futaba came with her boyfriend. Her pussy welcomed the seed, taking it in even as more of the off-white nectar dripped onto the ground.
The two stayed there, with Ryuji holding Futaba in his arms as the two took in each other’s scent. Eventually the blonde allowed Futaba down onto the ground, and he fell back, quietly sitting on her bed as Futaba shuddered.
More of Ryuji’s seed continued to drip from her womanhood as she crawled on all four, her bangs clinging to her sweaty forehead as she licked her lips. Without a word, she began to suck on Ryuji’s dick, licking and kissing the glistening rod with a smile.
“Ready for Round Four?” she asked the man, and as Ryuji grinned, so did Akira.
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“You’re breaking up with me?” Akira’s words were slow, almost as if he didn’t understand what he was being told. He tried picking his mouth up off of the floor as Futaba smiled at him, as if she didn’t even realize the ramifications of her actions.
He knew this was coming. He tried not to sound excited, wanting to sound exactly like a character from one of Futaba’s dirty doujin. The two stood in his room as the others partied down below inside Leblanc.
“Yeah.” She played with her hair as her violet eyes stared right into his own silver orbs. “I just… things just haven’t worked out for us, have they? I mean, you’re always trying to get me to have sex with you, and you’re just…”
“Just what?” he uttered, already knowing the answer but needing to, no, wanting to hear her say it herself.
“You’re just not cool anymore,” she admitted, and those words made his dick tremble under his pants. “I thought you were this cool, awesome tough guy, the main protagonist, but now I realize, you’re more like the Decoy Protagonist?”
“Oh.” Akira swallowed spit down his throat, trying to get images of Futaba and Ryuji out of his head. The thought of them together just made his cock harder as Futaba gave him a sympathetic smile.
“Yeah. I actually already found someone cooler.” Futaba licked her lips as she stepped closer, and Akira stepped back, walking into the wall of his room. “And I think you know who?”
“H-huh?” Akira’s eyes widened as Futaba leaned forward. Her lips were so close to Akira’s as the young man realized that he was no longer in charge of the young woman. He had never been. Futaba had complete control over him, standing as the chess player to his pawn.
“I have cameras outside my room, Akira. How else do you think I saw you watching Ryuji and I? How else would I know you were touching yourself to the sight of us making love?” Futaba grinned, raising a hand to stroke Akira’s cheek. “You’re just like a character out of my NTR doujin. Did watching us fuck really turn you on?”
Akira couldn’t speak. He just nodded his head, knowing that Futaba would be able to tell if he was lying. That made her grin as she shuddered.
“Oh, fuck. That makes me so unbelievably happy. You have no idea.” Making her happy… It sent shivers down Akira’s spine as he found himself mirroring her own smile. “Do you want to watch us do it again?” she asked, and Akira nodded his head once more.
“Do you’re going to do exactly as I say,” and Akira nodded his head as he realized he was never Futaba’s Key Item. She was his, and she had unlocked a part of him that consumed his every being.
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Haru’s eyes widened, placing a hand to her lips as she watched.
Ann blinked, trying to close her mouth as it hung open.
Makoto blushed, watching with envy and amazement her heart raced.
Ryuji and Akira were arm wrestling one another in Leblanc, and it was clear who the winner was. The fact that Ryuji was letting Akira even try at this point spoke more of him than the supposed leader of the Phantom Thieves.
Ryuji let Akira use both hands, one pushing the other, but that didn’t change the results. Ryuji was clearly stronger than the other man, and he proved that before all of the girls. Ryuji looked at Futaba, who smiled at him, licking her lips, before the blonde slammed Akira’s hand onto the table, leaving the dark-haired woman with a strained wrist and stinging knuckles as the other girls marveled at what they had seen.
Haru, Ann, and Makoto each moved to Ryuji’s side of the table, complimenting and congratulating him for his win. None of the girls thought to check on Akira, reasoning that his girlfriend, Futaba, would.
Ryuji blushed as he felt Haru and Ann’s large breasts brush against his body, and Makoto’s fingers were on his arm as she complimented his technique, and asked if he would want to train with her tomorrow.
The three women congratulated him as Futaba smiled at Ryuji, before looking at Akira. The dark-haired man looked at his ex-girlfriend, who winked at him, and Akira hid a shudder with a sigh.
Losing… Seeing the girls flock over Ryuji instead of him. Knowing that humiliating himself had been the key to Ryuji’s continued rise… It all felt so good. He kind of liked it…
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That night, Akira sat on his bed, staring at his phone as Futaba’s cameras sent him the live feed.
“I loved seeing you humiliate Akira at the party,” the young hacker confessed. “Totally hot. And totally hot seeing all the girls all over you,” Futaba added as she hid just out of frame.
“Can’t believe you talked him into letting me win,” Ryuji commented, as he sat on her bed.
“Oh, I’m sure you would have won regardless. Now then, ready for your reward, Key Item?” Futaba walked into frame, swaying her hips as Ryuji grinned and Akira grabbed the base of his cock with his free hand.
Futaba wore blue and gold armor, clearly a replicated piece of work from one of her favorite rpgs. Akira didn’t recognize it, even as Ryuji as clearly did.
“No way, you’re cosplaying as-!?”
“Yep! Your favorite girl! Top tier waifu, as portrayed by your girlfriend!” The ‘armor’ barely functioned as a bikini, barely covering Futaba’s pussy and tits as the shoulder pads bounced on her body. “Pretty hot, huh?”
“Super hot!” Ryuji grinned.
“Yeah, it’s pretty good,” Futaba smiled, admiring her pink gloves. “But what to know what would be even hotter?” She turned to the camera, smiling at it, peering right into Akira’s soul as she and her ex grinned.
Akira wanted to hear her say it as he jacked his cock off, squeezing it tightly as he fought back an orgasm. He wanted to cum to Futaba’s answer…
“If you fucked me harder than my bitch of an ex-boyfriend ever did.”
Akira came as soon as he heard that, shaking as his seed spilled out of his small cock and onto his hands and onto his bed. He trembled, shaking as his seed stained his sheets. By the time he grabbed a tissue and cleaned himself, Futaba and Ryuji were making out, and the blonde was taking off her armor for the camera.
The young man clearly had an erection under his boxers as he and Futaba made out, and as they began to make fun of and insult Akira, the raven-haired cuck grinned, grabbing another tissue.
Losing had never felt so good.
