God What I Would Give To Actually Be Inbetween These Two

God what I would give to actually be inbetween these two

Disco Inferno (Satoru x Suguru x F!Reader)

This is Part Two of this Oneshot I posted a whole back.

Word Count: 9.1k

Warning(s): SMUT. Oral (M and F receiving). Double Penetration. Explicit Language. Dirty Talk. Pet Names. Boys Kissing (and other things).

In which you run into Satoru Gojo in a dark club and you go home with him and his handsome friend.

The cab ride from the club to Satoru’s lavish upscale apartment was a test of restraint the likes of which she’d never experienced. Being crammed between two massive, sexy, men and not being able to indulge in the faint, scalding, touches they drew across her skin was maddening. Satoru seemed to have a pension for whispering dirty things into her ear. Waxing on poetically about all of the dirty deeds he had planned for the evening as his hot breath fanned her neck and sent shivers down her spine. Suguru on the other hand was more calm and collected. Instead of hissing desperate musings in her ear, he kept a self assured hand on her thigh, squeezing the fat there and occasionally running up her skin to tease her panties with the knuckle of his middle finger. Despite the fact that he and his friend were thoroughly soaking her underwear, Suguru looked straight ahead and never spared her a glance.

In the moments when her mind wasn’t fogged with heavy lust, she almost wondered how they’d become friends. More than that if their interaction at the club was any indicator. Satoru, in her limited experiences with him, was wild and fast. Pulling her clothes to the side as he ravished her in the bathroom. He would leave handprints and teeth marks on her skin that would last for days after their encounter. Suguru, however, seemed to enjoy the slow burn. He’d kissed her earlier in the night with the gentle passion of a man who was restraining himself and he’d coaxed her to orgasm with practiced precision, stroking the pads of his fingers against her inner walls until she was a trembling mess. Satoru preferred to jack hammer his way into her womb until she didn’t have a choice but to cum around his long fingers.

Between the two of them, she couldn’t begin to imagine how this night was going to go.

Suguru paid the cab driver after they’d reached a lavish apartment building. Satoru draped himself around her from behind, his long arms wrapping around her shoulders with his chin on the top of her head. They giggled as they waddled into the low lit lobby of the high class building. To their left, behind a sleek desk, stood a doorman dressed in a suit and tie. He quirked an eyebrow at the three of them, Suguru bringing up the rear with casual, even, steps. Satoru clicked his tongue and she imagined he was sending a wink to doorman, because the well dressed man chuckled slightly in her peripheral and shook his head. As if the scene he’d witnessed was just one event in a long line of Satoru Gojo’s schemes.

The three of them stumbled into the elevator, cast in warm, soft, lights with a freshly polished marble floor and mirror walls. Though she didn’t even have time to see the steel doors slide shut before Satoru was on her. He crowded her into a corner, towering over and flooding her senses until he was the only thing she could see, feel, hear, taste, and smell. His mouth dropped to hers sloppy and playful as he smiled into the kiss. She was reminded of their bathroom rendezvous at the club. Satoru had this way of making everything seem light and easy, even if he was fucking her stupid with her cheek pressed against a bathroom stall door.

She lifted her arms and tangled her fingers in his impossibly soft white hair, tugging him closer until the kiss devolved into a messy battle between their tongues. Satoru dropped his hands to her bare thighs, shoving his fingers beneath the hem of her skirt until he’d managed to pool most of the fabric around her hips. The meat of his thigh found its rightful place between her legs and, now that she was completely pinned at his mercy, he rutted against her like a dog in heat.

“You’re so perfect. Bet that doorman is back there rubbing his cock at the thought of even being close to you.”

Satoru mumbled against her lips, sliding away from her mouth in favor of biting and kissing her neck. She let out a soft moan, back arching as his fingers massaged the thin lace covering her hips. She felt him smirk against her skin.

“Oh, do you like that? Does it turn you on to think about some loser jerking off, thinking about fucking you?”

He teased, the words vibrating against her skin and sending another wave of pleasure through her. She whined, rolling her hips against him in equal desperation and Satoru let out a soft groan.

“He can’t have me… just you.”

She breathed in response to his question. It seemed like he hadn’t been expecting a reply, because he stopped his ministrations against her neck entirely in favor of looking up at her with a sparkle in his blue eyes and a shit eating grin on his face. That’s when she remembered the other man in the elevator. Standing in the opposite corner, his eyelids heavy with lust, Suguru watched the scene unfold before him with admirable restraint. She could still see the outline of his erection through his dark pants, but he refrained from making any move to join them or alleviate himself. She smiled at him, Satoru turning his head to the side to eye up his friend as well.

“And you.”

She added, the huskiness of her own voice surprising her. Suguru returned the smile, something deliciously evil lurking behind his eyes. Though before any more words could be exchanged, the elevator door chimed and snapped them all out of their trance. Satoru rose up with ease, his hands gripping her ass and forcing her to lock her legs around his waist as he turned to carry her out of the elevator. She laughed, trying to no avail to pull her skirt down and hide her panty covered ass. They stopped outside of a door with an apartment number she couldn’t see, and Suguru unlocked it casually.

When they spilled into the apartment, Satoru immediately deposited her on what she assumed was a kitchen island. They shared several more deep kisses and he managed to rid her of her shirt and skirt before he pulled away with a proud grin. She hadn’t even noticed that the lights had been turned on or that Suguru had left the room entirely.

“I’m gonna go change. Suguru’s in the living room.”

Satoru suddenly said, his lips shiny with their combined saliva. She pouted when he pulled away, untangling himself from her legs with a soft chuckle. He curled a finger under her chin, meeting her gaze.

“He doesn’t like underwear.”

Satoru added, and in the blink of an eye, he managed to unclip her bra and slide her panties down until they were dangling from her high heel. She gasped, reaching up to cover herself out of instinct, but Satoru only laughed and pulled away from her completely before turning and disappearing down the hallway off of the kitchen.

She took a moment to get her bearings, looking around at the modern, lavish, penthouse. Recessed mood lighting and marble countertops. Impeccably polished hardwood floors and sleek cabinetry. Beyond the kitchen, through the doorway that she assumed lead to the living room, she could see a few floor to ceiling windows and a massive white sectional sofa. She couldn’t see him fully, but she could make out Suguru’s dark hair resting against the back of the couch.

The wetness between her legs and achingly empty feeling in her core coaxed her off the counter. With a bit of hesitance, she allowed her bra to fall to the floor and stepped out of her underwear, opting to leave her heels on as she made her way to the waiting man. As soon as she rounded the corner into the living room, Suguru’s eyes were on her and she attempted to cover herself again, feeling more than a little exposed as a blush rose on her cheeks.

“Why cover yourself when you look like that, sweetheart?”

Suguru asked, smooth and easy in his compliment. She slowly lowered her arms from her chest, taking a moment to look at the city skyline from their vantage point. Bright splotches of neon sprinkled across the horizon, the vague lights from other skyscraper windows peppering the night sky. She almost couldn’t believe any of this was real. Before she could thinking better of it, she let out surprised chuckle.

“What is it?”

Suguru questioned, a genuine curiosity in his voice. When she turned to look at him, his head was cocked to the side cutely, and she almost forgot that she was completely naked save for her strappy heels. She shrugged and shook her head.

“I just… never would’ve thought this was how my night was going to go.”

She answered, unable to fight the grin on her face. Suguru chuckled at that as well, nodding his head in understanding. For a moment, they regarded one another with comfortable smiles. It seemed that if Satoru was the wild whirlwind of unbridled lust, then Suguru was the charming, measured, sensual type. In fact, she’d almost call him romantic.

“Come here.”

Suguru commanded, his voice as even and paced as if he’d just asked her to pass the remote. He leaned back against the couch cushions, his legs spreading as he tapped his clothed thigh with the tips of two fingers. She approached him slowly, trying not to give away the fact that his simple command alone had heat pooling in her stomach. When she was close enough, she straddled his lap and placed her hands on his broad shoulders, preparing to lean in for a kiss. Instead, he stopped her with a gentle hand around the base of her throat.

“Aht. Not like that. Sit on my leg.”

He instructed, tapping his thigh again to demonstrate. She did as she was told, but this position only served to remind her that she was bare and he was still clothed. Hesitantly, she hovered over his thigh, afraid to press down and effectively soak his pants. Though, in the end, it wasn’t her decision to make. Suguru gripped her hips tightly, finely manicured nails digging into her flesh, and he tugged her downwards until her pussy was neatly pressed against his muscular leg. She let out a gasp, her cheeks on fire at the lewdness of this position, but Suguru only hummed appreciatively and bucked his leg up to meet her sex.

“There we go… ride it.”

He demanded, the hands on her hips easing their tight grip in favor of sliding back and over her bare ass. He didn’t even spare her a moment to adjust before grabbing her ass and spreading her open from behind, when she let out another gasp at the exposed feeling, Suguru used the leverage to grind her hips down against him before lurching forward to soften her moan with a deep kiss. With his insistence and the steady guidance of his hands, she began to rock her hips back and forth.

“Mm… good girl. S’it feel good?”

Suguru mumbled against her mouth, spit slick lips gliding over hers in a way that made her feel filthy. A shock of pleasure rocketed through her body, her clit pulsing against the material of his pants as she rocked her hips back and forth. She nodded, chasing the pornographic delight of his mouth as he leaned back, but before she could kiss him again, one of Suguru’s hands was wrapping around the base of her throat again, keeping her at arms length.

“I decide when you get to kiss me.”

He said, fixing her with a deathly serious expression. Suguru’s hand was so large, it allowed her throat to sit in the palm of his hand nicely. With the sides of his fingers pushing her chin upwards, all she could manage was a nod in agreement. He hummed appreciatively as his hands slid down her body once again to grip her hips. She’d never stopped grinding her sopping cunt against his leg, desperate to feel any part of him that he would allow, but Suguru helped guide her back and forth anyway. Pleasure pulsed through her with every drag of her clit against the material of his pants and when she couldn’t take the unrestrained eye contact from Suguru anymore, she dropped her head back to pant towards the ceiling.

“God, look at you, sweetheart. Making a mess all over my pants and you just met me an hour ago. Perfect little slut… touch my cock.”

Suguru ended his praise with a command, one that made her throb against his leg with a soft gasp. She forced her head forward again, eyes immediately falling to the barely concealed bulge in Suguru’s pants. Even through his clothes, she could tell he was big. Almost as big as Satoru. Her mouth watered at the idea. As she rode his thigh, she leaned forward to wrap her hand around his shaft. Suguru let out a guttural groan, his hips canting upwards to meet her fingers. She could feel him pulse against her skin as she began to rub him to the best of her ability, winding her hips desperately against his thigh. Suguru’s hands wandered upward, cupping her breasts in his hands so he could graze the pads of his thumbs over her nipples. She arched into his touch, whining for more.

“Please, Suguru… Feels so good.”

She moaned, teetering on the edge of pure bliss. As another wave of pleasure ran through her body, an urgency followed fast on its heels. Her clumsy fingers began to make work of Suguru’s pants, fumbling with the button and struggling to pull the zipper down against the weight of his concealed cock. When she did manage to free him from his confines, Suguru sighed appreciatively, though just as she was about to shove her hand into his boxers a voice rang out from behind her.

“Getting cozy?”

Satoru asked as he re-entered the room, the teasing lilt in his voice causing her to jerk up and away from Suguru as if they’d been caught doing something wrong. Her hips ceased their movements on Suguru’s thigh but before she could crane her head around to look at the white haired man, Suguru was gripping her jaw and forcing her to focus on him.

“Did I say you could stop? Keep going.”

He commanded, releasing her jaw in favor of reaching around to smack her ass. She gasped and jerked forward, the slight sting of his open palm mingling beautifully with the drag of her throbbing clit against his pants.

“Better listen to him, baby. Suguru can be so mean.”

Satoru cooed, strutting into her peripheral with a cocky grin and his hands stuffed into the pockets of his sweatpants. She turned her head to take him in, her eyes wandering over the lean, defined, muscles on his torso. The sharp cut of his jaw. The brilliant, gleaming, blue of his eyes. All accented by shockingly white hair. Even the dusting of a happy trail that disappeared under the waistband of his pants was white. Hooking up in the bathroom at the club hadn’t given her much time to admire him closely, but in this light, Satoru was beautiful. If Suguru had a more severe look that made her want to submit to him, then Satoru had a face that made her want to dominate him. To tease him until that infuriatingly smug smile fell from his face and he flushed red as he begged for release. Her mouth filled with saliva as a fresh wave of heat flooded her body.

“Satoru, sit down. You’re distracting her.”

Suguru said, a slight annoyance in his tone. She turned her attention back to the raven haired man, focusing instead on the hard outline of his cock in his cotton boxers. Without any further instruction, she slid her fingers below the elastic waistband and wrapped her hand around his thick shaft. Suguru groaned, his head falling back against the couch at the mild relief. He was hot and heavy in her hand, she swiped her thumb over his head to collect the sticky precum pearling there.

“Fuck… Get on your knees.”

Suguru grunted, bucking his leg up into her core. She gasped at the sudden feeling before readily sliding off his lap and kneeling between his legs. Suguru lifted his hips, shimmying his pants and underwear down his thighs so his cock could spring free. It rested against his lower stomach, long and thick with an angry red tip. He reached down, an elegant veiny hand wrapping around his shaft.

“Suck.”

He instructed, voice gruff and rocking through her body with a low vibration. Despite never being a fan of oral, she felt her mouth fill with saliva at his command, and she leaned forward with the eagerness of an animal being placed in front of a plate of food. Her hand replaced his and she began by licking a long strip up the base of Suguru’s cock. He groaned again, pulsing against her tongue as she took the head into her mouth, sucking and gently lapping at his slit with the tip of her tongue. His fingers tangled into her hair immediately, tugging at her scalp before splaying his fingers across her skull and pushing down with a surprising gentleness. She took the hint, lowering herself until her mouth was completely filled with his cock, her cheeks hallowing out around him as she sucked. Even taking him as deep as she possibly could, she still had to wrap her hand around the remaining length of his shaft.

“God, fuck… you picked a good one, Satoru.”

Suguru grunted, the strain in his voice filling her with just as much pride as the compliment. She started to bob her head, running the flat of her tongue against the vein on the underside of his cock. He cursed again, the fingers in her hair flexing and tightening.

“Told ya. Haven’t had her mouth yet, but her pussy’s unbelievable.”

Satoru commented, a teasing lilt in his voice even now. She looked up at Suguru through her lashes, meeting his half lidded dark gaze and admiring his slack jawed expression. They talked about her as if she were nothing more than a toy for their pleasure, and for some reason, it only turned her on more. She squeezed her thighs together, desperate for stimulation, and held eye contact with Suguru as she worked her mouth over him.

“Why don’t you go break it in for me?”

Suguru said, his head rolling to the side to look at his friend. From this position, she barely caught the glint of mischief in Satoru’s eyes and the confident smirk on his lips. He leaned in, grabbing the back of Suguru’s neck, and shared a passionate kiss with the other man. At the sight, the throbbing wetness between her legs became too persistent to ignore, and she moaned around Suguru’s cock. He groaned into Satoru’s mouth at the vibration and the two men separated with a sloppy pop.

“Aw, you like watching us kiss? That’s what made you cum on Suguru’s fingers earlier, isn’t it?”

Satoru teased, reaching down to stroke her cheek before running his thumb over the part of spit slicked bottom lip he could reach. Her eyes fluttered shut at the attention, but no sooner than he’d began touching her, his hand was gone. Satoru nearly giggled and by the time she opened her eyes, he was gone from her field of view. Suguru’s fingers tightened in her hair again, pushing down on the back of her head a little more harshly.

“Keep going. You’re not done until I cum down your throat. Understood?”

He said, and she nodded the best she could in this position, resuming her earlier ministrations in earnest. Suguru sighed gratefully, the spit from her mouth dripping down his cock and collecting on her chin and fist. She began to work his base with her hand, twisting her wrist and squeezing gently. Though, before she could fully commit to making him cum, she felt a familiar pair of hands on her bare ass. They spread her open, and she gasped at the exposed feeling, choking a bit on the saliva in her mouth.

“Fuck, you’re dripping down your thighs, baby.”

Satoru breathed behind her, letting out a disbelieving chuckle at the end of his sentence. Without any further warning, he slid his middle finger into her waiting cunt all the way down to the knuckle. She moaned, drawing another sound of pleasure from Suguru.

“Always loved my fingers, huh?”

Satoru continued, slipping a second one inside her with a little more effort. He curled them, rubbing incessantly against the spot inside her that made her see stars. She arched her back, wiggling her hips in a desperate attempt to seek more pleasure, but the man behind her only chuckled and pulled his fingers from her entirely. She whined, pulling off of Suguru’s cock to glare over her shoulder at the white haired man. Though, before she could get a single word out, her head was forced back forward by the hand in her hair, a second one coming down to grip her chin so hard her mouth popped back open.

“Focus. I won’t tell you again.”

Suguru said, dark eyes boring into her soul and sending a fresh wave of arousal to her core. He guided her mouth back to his erection, and she wrapped her lips around him with renewed passion. When Satoru landed a sharp smack to her bare ass, she lurched forward and whined against Suguru’s cock, but she continued to work her tongue over him nonetheless.

“That’s right baby, pay attention to Suguru. Run your tongue over the tip. He loves that.”

The white haired man instructed, two long fingers spreading her lower lips open. A rush of cool air hit her soaked sex, though before she could express any discomfort, Satoru’s hot tongue was pressing against her cunt. She moaned at the feeling, eyes fluttering shut as she moved to run her tongue over the tip of Suguru’s cock. The raven haired man groaned, his head dropping back against the couch.

“Fuck, you taste so sweet.”

Satoru groaned against her core, his tongue pushing into her as he buried his face between her lips, licking and sucking like a man starved. She whined, grinding back against his face while she swirled her tongue around Suguru’s tip, paying attention to the slit. His fingers tangled in her hair at the root, gripping hard and tugging.

“Just like that, sweetheart…”

Suguru encouraged, bucking up into her mouth slightly. She lowered herself onto him again, taking as much of his cock into her mouth as she could, flattening her tongue against the underside of his shaft just to draw back up the length of it with a undignified slurp. Suguru groaned again, whining slightly despite himself, and that single sound gave her all of the motivation she needed. Satoru’s tongue delving into her cunt and his dexterous fingers swirling around her swollen clit were enough to have pulsing. However, the feeling of Suguru’s fingers tugging her hair, the stuttering jumps of his hips, and the image of his pouty lips dropped open in pleasure that she gleamed through her lashes were the things that were really pushing her towards the edge.

She moaned around his length, the vibrations causing a litany of swears to pour from the raven haired man’s lips. His blunt finger nails scraped her scalp, hissing through his teeth as she sucked on the head of his cock, her hand stroking his spit slick shaft.

“F-fuck, sweetheart… You’re gonna m-make me…”

Suguru stuttered, his words coming out breathy and croaking, like he was struggling to breathe. She looked up at him through her lashes, tongue lapping against his slit. When their gazes met, Suguru’s dark eyes heavily lidded and full of lust, he came with a strangled gasp. At feeling of his release flooding her mouth and smearing against her lips, her eyes rolled back in her head. In the same instant, Satoru pushed his tongue inside of her and rubbed the pad of his finger against her clit at a dizzying speed. Her body reacted before she could stop it and she came around his tongue with a throaty whine, her back arching and legs shaking.

“Good girl…”

Satoru mumbled between her legs. She swallowed Suguru’s release and dropped her head against his thigh, panting into his wild pubic hair as the waves of a powerful orgasm washed through her. When she came down from the high, Satoru had removed his mouth from her already overworked pussy and was now rubbing soothing circles over the globes of her ass and along her lower back. Suguru was running his long fingers through her hair, allowing her to find refuge in his lap, her cheek now pressed against his hip bone.

“You alive?”

Satoru called behind her, and she nodded slowly, heart pounding her ears as her breathing even out. The white haired man laughed, dropping his hand to her ass with a soft smack. She jerked a bit at the sting, but soon found herself settling back into that arched position, no longer caring how exposed it made her feel.

“What’d I tell ya, Suguru? Fucking hot, right?”

Satoru added, and her eyelids fluttered as she turned her gaze to the man above her. Suguru looked down at her with nothing short of amazement and lust, his bottom lip swollen and spit slicked from biting it during her blow job. He smirked and let out a disbelieving chuckle.

“You were right… Shit, might not be able to let her leave after she sucked my cock that good…”

He commented, and the thought of being confined to this lavish apartment with the sole purpose of being a sexual outlet for these insanely sexy men sent a soft shudder through her. It did not go unnoticed.

“Oh, she likes that idea.”

Satoru crooned, the hand previously rubbing her ass sliding down to slip two fingers into her sopping pussy with little resistance. She moaned softly, turning to burying her face in Suguru’s hip again, her eyes screwing shut as Satoru massaged her inner walls, his fingers rolling and rubbing against the sweet spot inside of her. The pressure was too much so soon after cumming and her legs began to tremble almost immediately.

“She really likes it… that it, pretty baby? You wanna stay here forever? Just getting stuffed with our cocks every day? Be our little house slut?”

Satoru continued, the grin on his face audible. His words made her spasm around his fingers, squeezing as a jolt of pleasure rocked her core and she moaned. He laughed again, continuing to slowly scissor her open. She felt so empty it was already growing maddening. Her head was swimming and she wanted nothing more than to feel one of them sink into her and fill her to the brim after so much teasing and foreplay.

“Please… M’so…”

She babbled, her cheek pressed to Suguru’s lower belly, his cock swelling next to her head.

“So, what, sweetheart? Use your words.”

Suguru encouraged, one hand stroking any part of her he could reach. Her hair, her cheek, her shoulder and neck. His other hand was wrapping around the base of his dick, squeezing. Her brow furrowed, face screwing up at she tried to find the words in her already muddled mind.

“So… empty.”

She whined, the slow stroking of Satoru’s fingers only serving to tease her and turn her pussy into a soaking mess.

“Aww… poor baby. You need to be fucked, huh? Need a big cock to fill you up?”

Satoru continued to tease, and the ever present throb of pleasure didn’t stop. She nodded, eyes screwing shut as she tried to focus on building that feeling. If he kept talking to her like that, she could manage another orgasm with no other additions. Then, she as she had begun to chase that high, Satoru pulled his fingers from her with a wet pop. She whined at the loss, arching her back further and pushing back towards him. He laughed yet again, but this time, it devolved into a hum deep in his throat.

“So needy… think you can take both of us, baby? One in that pretty pussy and the other…”

Satoru trailed off, finishing his thought by brushing a knuckle against her exposed asshole. She choked on a moan at the feeling, eagerly nodding as lust consumed her.

“Please…”

She whined, arching back further into Satoru’s sinful touch. The knuckle that had been grazing her tight ring of muscle turning into a thick finger tip. That was followed by a drip of spit, and Satoru moved his finger in small circles, making sure she was slick before he pushed the tip of his finger inside, just down to his first knuckle. He groaned behind her in response to her needy whine.

“Shit, that’s tight… Which one you want Suguru?”

Satoru asked, her mouth filling with saliva when she looked up at the other man. Suguru’s hand caressed her cheek, a nearly sweet smile on his face.

“Where do you want me, sweetheart?”

He asked, thumb dragging over her bottom lip.

“M-my pussy.”

She answered without a second thought. Satoru wasn’t as thick as Suguru and, despite her wanton desperation in the moment, she didn’t have much experience with anal. Suguru grinned at her answer like the cheshire cat, the corners of his lips curling up as his fingers slid up the side of her face and buried into her hair. Then, he tightened his grip and pulled. She didn’t need any more instructions to rise up from her sore knees, Satoru slipping his finger from her in one fluid motion. Suguru pulled her towards him, drawing her in for a deep kiss as she straddled his hips. His fingers stayed in her hair, tugging gently as his tongue pushed into her mouth, drowning her with the taste and smell of him. He moved languidly, his hands dropping to her naked hips. When he pulled away from her mouth with a soft pop, she was left staring at him in a total haze. Blinking slowly, she watched the dark haired man look over her shoulder with a smile.

Before she could focus again, Suguru was standing. He lifted her up easily, her legs wrapping around his waist on instinct and her arms winding around his wide shoulders. She buried her face in his neck, breathing in his musky smell as he walked with her in his arms.

Her mind was in no place to pay much attention to the change of scenery. She’d only cum twice over the course of the evening, but she felt drunk on the shared energy of the two men. They could do no more than tease her, with words and their fingers and tongues, and she would be reduced to this state regardless. The only thing she could focus on was the throbbing between her legs and the feeling of hot hands on her skin. In fact, the next thing she recalled with any clarity was being settled on Suguru’s lap as he sat back against a solid, wooden, headboard. His finger curled under her chin, and she found the strength to rise up on her knees, straddling his hard cock.

“You alright, sweetheart?”

Suguru questioned, a bit of concern lacing his voice but a knowing smile on his face. She nodded, taking a deep breath and trying to ground herself. She glanced around the dark bedroom. It was every bit as sleek and modern as the main living area. She noticed that the floor to ceiling windows flowed into this room as well. The neon glares from the city below were their only source of light. It cast Suguru in a blue hue, the darkness of his eyes and the shine of his long hair clashing against soft, pale, skin. She didn’t think she’d ever seen a more beautiful man in her life.

Though, as if he’d heard her thoughts, Satoru appeared in her peripheral. He crawled up the length of the bed beside her, hands and knees dragging over silken sheets. He was stark naked, white hair appearing blue in the tinted light as the lean lines of his body glowed with a fuzzy outline. The image surprised her, and she let out a near drunken giggle, her hand covering her mouth out of habit.

“What’s so funny?”

Satoru asked, turning to sit next to Suguru, his hard dick resting against his belly amongst a smattering of white pubic hair. She shook her head.

“Nothing, just looked kinda silly crawling up the bed like that.”

She answered, grinning ear to ear. Satoru’s impossibly blue eyes were, somehow, even brighter in the mostly dark room and the teasing grin on his face only added to his handsomeness.

“Yeah? Didn’t think I looked silly when I was tongue fucking ya.”

He quipped, that evil smile still blinding her after her own fell. A blush rose on her cheeks as she remembered where she was. She looked back to Suguru who was watching the interaction with a soft smile, a chuckle rising up from his chest. His hands smoothed over her hips, squeezing and massaging.

“You ready, sweetheart?”

He asked, coaxing her downwards until his head was kissing her wet entrance. She looked over at Satoru in question, wondering why he was sitting here when he should be behind her.

“Gotta let ya get adjusted to Suguru first. He’s a lot to handle.”

Satoru said, grinning as if he were speaking from experience. The thought crossed her mind and the image it brought along was enough to make her pulse with excitement. God what she wouldn’t give to see Satoru Gojo in her position, whining and begging with little tears in those pretty eyes…

Suguru rocked his hips, pressing against her entrance with more insistence. It brought her mind back to the present. She nodded in response to Suguru’s earlier question, reaching down between them to grab his cock in her hand and better align him. Then, slowly, she sunk down. She bit her lip, feeling inch by blessed inch press into her. She didn’t even realize she’d been holding her breath until she was fully seated in Suguru’s lap. His hands on her hips tightened, squeezing so hard she was sure he’d leave bruises.

“Fuck, sweetheart… so fuckin’ tight.”

Suguru hissed, his mouth hanging open as he stared down at where they were connected. She let out deep exhale, a soft whine at the tail end at the feeling of him filling her so well. It took a second for her to adjust to his size, but once she did, she gave an experimental roll of her hips. Both them let out a strangled sound at the feeling.

“S’big…”

She muttered, rolling her hips again. Suguru nodded, fingers flexing against her skin.

“Yeah… it’s big.”

He sighed. Slowly, she built up the pace. She rocked her hips back and forth, gasping each time the head of his cock dragged against the sweet spot inside her. With her hands on his shoulders for support, she started to bounce herself along his length, the sound of softly slapping skin mingling with her and Suguru’s throaty moans and sighs. After they’d both adjusted to the feeling, Suguru’s hands tracked up her body, cupping her breasts and running his thumbs over her hard nipples.

“Shit, sweetheart… Takin’ me so good. S’it feel good?”

He asked, all of his words coming out deep and slurred due to his slack jaw. She nodded, face screwing up as the pleasure began to build. She fluttered around his length, the heat between her legs swelling to a throb. Rolling shudders racked her body, and she found herself grinding down on his cock just to feel some pressure against her clit. When she tore her eyes away from staring down at his chiseled torso, Suguru was turned away from her. He had Satoru locked in a passionate kiss, his fingers buried in the white hair on the back of his head as they hungrily devoured each other. Satoru was lazily stroking his cock, thumb grazing over the pink head before sliding back down to squeeze the base. Just as it had in the club, the sight sent a wash of pleasure through her, and she dropped one of her hands down to rub tight circles against her clit as she rode Suguru with more intensity, her eyes fixed on the scene.

Suguru pulled away from Satoru with a muttered swear, turning to look at her yet again, his eyebrows pinched together.

“You close already?”

He asked, gasping the words out at the feeling of her squeezing around his cock. She nodded, panting as the pleasure built to a near crescendo. Suguru rocked his hips upwards, grinding directly against the sweet spot inside her. She gasped, rubbing her clit faster.

“That’s it, baby. Use Suguru to get yourself off… Then I’ll fuck that tight ass of yours.”

Satoru encouraged, chasing Suguru’s lips again. When they kissed this time, Suguru replaced Satoru’s hand with his own, but the pace he set was faster and more insistent. Satoru’s hips jumped and he moaned openly into Suguru’s mouth, rutting into his friends hand shamelessly. With a few more rolls of her hips and circles of her clit, she came with a strangled cry. Her back arched, her chest pressed tightly against Suguru’s as she shuddered and her vision darkened. A wave of fresh wetness slicked Suguru’s lap as she continued grinding against him. He hissed, hips stuttering as she gripped his cock like a vice.

“Fuck, fuck… Slow down sweetheart, you’re gonna make me cum.”

Suguru warned, gripping her breasts tightly as he tried to focus on not finishing too soon. She barely heard him over the sound of her heart pounding her ears, but she did slow her hips down, riding out the last waves of her orgasm with her head thrown back. When she finally calmed down and came to a stop, she lifted her head to find that Suguru had done the same. His eyes were closed, chest rising and falling rapidly. When the wave passed, he released his grip on her chest with a shuddering exhale, running his fingers down her ribcage and and settling them back on her hips.

“Shit… that was close… Satoru, hurry up or I’m not gonna last.”

Suguru commanded, his voice raw and gravelly from the intensity of managing to stave off his own orgasm. She heard a click from over her shoulder.

“Way ahead of ya.”

Satoru commented, just before she felt a massive hand grip one of her ass cheeks, pulling it to the side to partially spread her open. She gasped, lurching forward as something wet and cold smeared along her tight hole. Satoru snickered, massaging what she assumed was lube around the ring of muscle. Then, he was pushing a finger inside with little resistance. There was a slight burn, and she had to adjust to the sensation, but once she did, it only served to make her wetter.

“Just sucking my finger right in… you ever done this before, angel?”

Satoru asked, his normally teasing voice falling more gruff as the promise of fucking her ass came to fruition. She nodded and swallowed thickly. Her mouth was full of saliva and her head was still swimming from a powerful orgasm, but she managed to answer.

“O-once.”

She said, voice breaking a bit as Satoru nudged the tip of a second finger at their entrance. He hummed, low in his chest just as the second finger slid in to join the first one. She rocked back against his hand, relishing in the burn and the pleasure that followed on its heels. God, she already felt so full with just Suguru’s fat cock in her pussy and two of Satoru’s fingers in her ass. Her head fell back again as she began to loose herself again. Though, this time, a hand gripped her jaw and pulled her back forward.

“Do not cum again until I say so.”

Suguru commanded, the deathly seriousness in his eyes sobering her momentarily. She swallowed against the saliva pooling in her mouth, nodding in understanding. It was hard to stay relaxed for Satoru while also being keenly aware that she couldn’t indulge in the pleasure he was providing her. Not yet, anyway. Suguru kept her there, a tight grip on her jaw holding her eyes to his as his friend played with her ass. If the feeling wasn’t enough, then just the thought of the lewd scene had her set on edge. Still, she tried to focus on the darkness of Suguru’s eyes and the stern line of his pouty mouth. When Satoru began to nudge a third finger into her hole, she let out an involuntary gasp, but Suguru never broke eye contact with her, a devilish smirk growing on his face after he’d mimicked her pathetic expression.

“She fucking loves this.”

Suguru commented, seemingly having regained his composure. Satoru chuckled, suddenly moving forward to press his front against her back, his hand angled to keep his fingers inside her. He gave a couple exploratory pumps of his wrist, his fingers sinking in and out of her slowly. This time, she moaned, screwing her eyes shut as a sharp shock of pleasure rocketed through her. When her pussy convulsed around Suguru again, he hissed, his hips jumping sloppily.

“Dammit… You ready for Satoru, sweetheart? Think you can take it?”

Suguru asked, that domineering facade nearly crumbling in the face of an impending orgasm. She nodded eagerly.

“Please, please… M’ready.”

She whined, rocking her hips despite Suguru’s earlier warning. The man under her groaned as Satoru pulled away from her back. He kept pumping his fingers in and out of her, the sound of the lube bottle clicking open again filling her with excitement. She could hear him, slicking his cock in preparation, and her heart skipped a beat or several. Then, slowly, he pulled his fingers from her. She could’ve cried at the loss, but then he was pressing the spongy tip of his cock against her. Without thinking, she held her breath, waiting for the push.

“Relax, baby. Not gonna hurt ya… You’re ready. But you gotta breathe for me…”

Satoru breathed into her ear, his hot breath fanning across her neck and sending a shiver through her body. She nodded, making a conscious effort to let out the breath she’d been holding. In the same beat, Satoru pushed forward. She gasped, reaching out to grip Suguru’s bicep as his hands smoothed up and down her waist in a soothing motion. The burn from before was back, and she winced as the head of Satoru’s cock slid into her hole. Once that initial stretch was done, the burning sensation faded to a pleasant ache.

“Fuck, angel… so fucking tight. M’not gonna last long either Suguru…”

Satoru groaned, burying his forehead against her shoulder as strands of white hair tickled her collarbone. He continued to push into her an inch at a time, until he was fully sheathed.

She could barely form a coherent thought. Never in her life had she been so full. The pain was no more than an afterthought when it was competing with the sensation of being stuffed so completely. Wedged between two of the sexiest men she’d ever seen, their massive hands holding her in place and their gruff voices ringing in her ears, an errant thought swam through her brain and leaked from her ear. This must be what heaven felt like. All she could focus on with any clarity was the pounding of her own heartbeat in her ears. Her eyes rolled backwards, any image of Suguru melting and dissipating into nothing more than a memory. Once Satoru was fully sheathed inside of her, he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, grounding himself as they all took ragged breaths.

“You alright, baby?”

Satoru slurred into her ear, pressing sloppy kisses along the side of her neck in a desperate attempt to stay present and keep himself from getting carried away. She felt herself nod, a trembling sigh tearing its way up her throat. The longer they stayed like this, the wetter she became, but the orgasm that had began to bloom during his light prep was stalled in its tracks, sitting hot and heavy in her lower belly like a lead ball. Her legs trembled with the effort it took to stay up right and still.

“Good girl… good girl…”

Satoru complimented, one of his hands rubbing over her lower belly, pressing gently so she could fully comprehend the weight of both of them inside of her. The added pressure ripped a gasp from her throat and it was soon followed by a quiet sob as Suguru rolled his hips. A wave of intense pleasure pulsed through her body and she reached out to grab anything to ground herself. She found Satoru’s hand on her abdomen and Suguru’s muscular forearm.

“Ready for us to move, sweetheart?”

Suguru rasped through his teeth, as if it were taking every once of self control he had to remain still for her sake. To allow her time to adjust. Without another thought, she nodded wildly, eyebrows screwing up in a pitiful expression.

“Please. Please.”

She babbled, her head dropping back to Satoru’s shoulder. The hand on her belly moved to grip her waist, long fingers still grazing her navel, and his other hand slithered up her body to lay at the base of her throat. Suguru adjusted himself as well. He cupped her breast in one hand, thumb dragging lazy circles over her hardened nipple, and his other hand wedged between them, his middle finger tapping gently against her swollen clit. She gasped again, and then they started to move.

Suguru rolled his hips upwards and Satoru ground into her from behind in the same instance. A moan fell from her lips, matching the sounds coming from the two men. Satoru pulled out slightly and pushed back in, careful not to spear her completely in one thrust, but the slight movement was enough. She lurched forward, bending over to press her chin against Suguru’s shoulder. This position placed her ass on display for Satoru and allowed her more control as Suguru began to thrust as well. They moved in tandem, retreating from her heat in the same fluid motion, just to push back in and fill her to the brim over and over again. Her hips moved off their own accord, winding and grinding as the wetness between her legs turned into a sloppy pool that slicked all of their thighs.

“Oh- shit! Fuck, angel, you’re so tight. Little hole just sucking me in, feel it fucking throbbing around me baby…”

Satoru babbled from behind her, his thrusts growing more and more punishing as she grew accustomed to his size and he grew more uninhibited. She could only let out a series of hiccuping moans in response, Suguru spewing filth directly into her ear.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Just lay right here and take our cocks like a good girl… don’t have to think about anything… you’re good at just being a dumb little cock sleeve…”

Suguru rambled, his deep voice vibrating against her chest. He wrapped a strong arm around her back, pinning her arms to her sides. His other hand was still stuffed between them, his middle finger making quick circles against her throbbing clit. She whined, hips working in wild circles as Satoru gripped her hips and pulled her cheeks apart, a fat glob of spit dropping against her hole as he fucked her.

“Not gonna last much longer… s’just too fuckin’ good.”

Satoru warned, his words slurred and his thrusts growing sharper, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. She fluttered around Suguru’s cock again, but this time she also felt her self pulse around Satoru, sucking them both deeper as they let out tandem groans. All she could do was bury her face in Suguru’s dark hair, softly sobbing and moaning as the pleasure built to a height she never thought possible.

“Hear that, sweetheart? Gonna milk both our cocks? Want us to fill you up?”

Suguru asked, his hot breath puffing against her neck and ear. The thought both of them cumming inside of her at the same time sent her into a near frenzy. She nodded wildly, panting against a mix of dark hair and sweaty skin. Her clit throbbed under his touch, pussy and ass pulsing as they continued to fuck her. Her eyes screwed shut, her legs shaking near violently as every nerve in her body became engulfed in flame. With her consent, they both set forward on the end goal. Suguru’s grip around her upper body tightened and he held her place as he fucked up into her pussy from below, matching Satoru’s punishing pace blow for blow. She cried out, every muscle in her body pulling taut in preparation.

“Go ahead, sweetheart. Cum for us… soak my cock.”

Suguru commanded, panting the words out. She hadn’t realized that she’d been waiting for his order until he gave it and her body immediately seized. The orgasm hit her like a train, flooding her body with so much pleasure her vision darkened around the edges. She felt herself do exactly as he’d asked, a rush of liquid spilling from her entrance and thoroughly soaking his lap and the sheets below them. Suguru’s finger continued working her clit, a string of curses accompanying the sound of Satoru’s strangled groans. A fresh shock of pleasure rocketed through her body with every remaining thrust of their hips, but it wasn’t long before Satoru was stilling against her ass with a low groan and Suguru was pressing up into her with a similar sound. If it were possible, she felt even more full with both of their loads stuffed inside of her, but by the time they pulled out, she was fighting unconsciousness.

In a blur of whispered words and flashes of black and white, she found herself lying on her back against silk sheets, staring up at the ceiling as aftershocks from her orgasm still washed over her in pleasant zaps. Her eyes were starting to drift completely closed when someone snapped their fingers in front of her face. She ripped them open only to find Satoru hovering over her with a maniacal grin, his bright blue eyes a near assault in the dark bedroom.

“Hey, no sleeping yet. We’re still not done.”

Satoru said, and despite the fact that she’d loved every second of this encounter, her eyes wrenched wide in horror at his words. Then, he laughed, plopping down against the mattress next to her.

“He’s joking… he couldn’t get hard again after that if he prayed for it.”

Suguru commented from elsewhere in the room. She lifted her head to look around, only to find him standing the soft light of the en-suite bathroom to her left.

“I’ll have you know that my refractory period is just fine! I could go for another four hours. Easy.”

Satoru fired back, a finger pointed in Suguru’s direction hovering above her face. The dark haired man let out a half chuckle-half scoff at that. He shook his head, wiping his hands off with a wet rag. Then, he approached the bed again, the wet rag dropping to her skin. She hissed slightly at the coolness, but by the time he was using the rag between her legs, she grown used to the feeling, simply staring down at where his wrist disappeared between her thighs.

“Do gotta get you cleaned up a little though…”

Suguru commented, focusing on his work for a moment before directing his dark eyed gaze back towards her face. She blinked lazily, still feeling as if her mind and her body were not in total sync.

“Are you alright?”

He asked, his free hand coming up to gently cup her jaw. Without any further thoughts, she nuzzled into his touch, nodding.

“Yeah… just… a lot.”

She answered, her own voice sounding ragged and worn. Now that she was starting to regain her sense somewhat, she wondered how either of them could have any energy left after that performance. Though, she was grateful for the after care.

“You did wonderfully… You should probably have some water and… I should change these sheets.”

Suguru said, pulling the rag away from her as he rose back to full height. She hadn’t noticed it, but Satoru had left the room at some point, because he walked back into the bedroom with three bottles of water.

“Way ahead of ya. Worry about the sheets in the morning, man. I’m beat. Maybe we can all shower together while they’re in the washer.”

He said, handing each of them a water bottle and then wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. She managed to croak out a light laugh, propping herself up in her elbows just to drain the bottle of water in a few powerful swallows. Both men joined her on the bed, but not before Suguru laid a towel down over the wet spot on the sheets. She’d never had a threesome before, and she’d never slept in the same bed as two other men before either. Though, once they’d all finished their drinks, Suguru tugged her back down to the bed with a sleepy sigh. With his and Satoru’s help, she was positioned between the two of them. Her head resting on Suguru’s chest with a leg curled over his lap. Satoru was curled up behind her, his body pressed flush with her own as he hugged her waist. The two men shared a few more teasing words that she barely registered as the fatigue began to settle in. Before she drifted to sleep, the sound of Suguru’s steady heartbeat thudding against her ear, she heard them share one more exchange.

“This was one of your better ideas, Satoru.”

Suguru commented, a softness in his voice she had only heard on a couple occasions tonight.

“Mhm. Let’s keep her.”

Satoru yawned, his arms around her waist tightening and tugging her a little closer.

Beach episode~ Every anime even in fanfic form needs a beach episode or chapter in this case hehe~

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Toji Fushiguro

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[Chapter 3] Beach Day

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

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The heat starts to cool down a couple of weeks later, which you’re thankful for. But now you have air conditioning that you could’ve used the hotter days, and it upsets you that slowly you have to start using long sleeve shirts because otherwise you’ll be too cold. Either way, you like the current weather. It slowly turns into the perfect weather. Not too hot, not too cold.

Slowly you also build up a relationship with Megumi. You’re spending some time together after all, and you hear that he’s making friends. Your relationship with your neighbor doesn’t change though. Whenever you talk it’s about his son and about daycare. He still attempts to drive you to daycare and pick you up, but sometimes he doesn’t get out of work till late so you walk back home with Megumi, and he stays at your place till Toji comes to pick him up.

You really don’t mind taking care of a child even when you’re not getting paid. Toji is extremely apologetic about it, but you know the man tries his best for his son, or at least that’s what you think. Either way, you don’t mind helping out with whatever it is since Megumi is extremely relaxed– Although the more he gets to know you, the more he wants to play with you and the less he wants to sit still, which you also don’t mind.

For the first time in weeks, you get to sleep in. Lately Toji knocks at your door first thing in the morning because he needs someone to look after Megumi since he has had something urgent come up. But not this time. 

Even though you get to sleep in, around eight in the morning your phone begins to ring. You groggily pick up the phone, only to find Toji’s name displayed on the screen. At that moment you begin to regret ever asking for Toji’s help when you met him. Ever since you’ve been repaying for his minor favor in a million other ways. But of course, that’s a thought that only crosses your mind because you were woken up. You still pick up the phone,

“Hi.” You respond, a yawn escaping your lips. You’re thinking about having a chat with Toji about some boundaries because while you do enjoy helping, you barely do anything for yourself in your free time.

“Hi!” You hear a voice that’s too babyish to belong to Toji, and immediately you regret the thoughts that you were having beforehand because Toji didn’t do anything. 

“Megumi… What are you doing with your daddy’s phone?” You ask, getting up from bed and opening the curtain to let the sunlight in. At least you can start your free day early, so you can appreciate the call more. “Did you steal it?”

“I need Mr. Carrot.” Megumi says, making you furrow your eyebrows. But you remember the bunny stuffed animal that Megumi carries with him when he spends some time with you. He doesn’t like to let go of it, and it seems like it’s one of his favorite toys.

“Where are you, Megumi? Can you put your dad on the phone?” You ask, and you hear Megumi’s little footsteps and how he yells, ‘daddy!’ to get his father’s attention. You wait for Toji’s hello before you say, “Megumi wants his bunny.”

“Did he call you for that?” Toji wants to chuckle, but he maintains a serious face so Megumi doesn’t think what he did is funny. When you hum in response it’s harder for him to suppress his laugh. Toji clicks his tongue and you hear him say, “bad Megumi” which makes you chuckle because he refers to his son as if he were a dog. “I’m sorry.”

“I would bring it to him but it’s not like I have access to your apartment.” You respond, and from his end, silence is the sound thing you hear. You immediately know, so you walk to your dresser to get some clothes.

“Actually… There’s a spare key under the welcome mat– But don’t use it. You’re spoiling the kid way too much.” Toji says, but you’ve decided that you’re giving him the toy.

“Are you at work?” You question, and you hear him sigh.

“I’ll send you the address.”

You walk into the car shop that Toji works at, and you look around the place. A man stops you, and he begins to walk over to you, until Toji shuts the hood of a car. He makes eye contact with the man that was walking over to you, and the man decides to focus on something else. That’s when you notice Toji. 

He’s wearing a white tank top with his blue coveralls, the top part off and tied around his hips, which nearly makes your eyes pop out of your head because he simply looks so… good. He looks at the plush that you hold, and calls out for his son, who takes a seat in the manager’s office.

“You really shouldn’t have. You’re spoiling that kid.” Toji shakes his head disapprovingly, as if he hadn’t helped you get the plush. You watch as Megumi approaches you, and you smile as you see him run to get his bunny. When he has the furry plush in his hand, his father says, “What do you say, Megumi?”

“Thank you!” Megumi responds, showing his tiny teeth when he smiles at you. The more time you spend together, the more he warms up and the sweeter he is. He begins to walk away, and Toji sighs.

“Thank you.” Toji says, and you smile at him. “Did you eat something for breakfast? I hope he didn’t wake you.”

“I haven’t.” You answer. “He woke me up and ever since I’ve been on the mission to get him Mr. Carrot.”

“I have no idea how the hell he managed to call you of all people. Kid can’t even read.” Toji shares, even though he knows there aren't that many contacts in his phone, so picking you out of all people was something fairly easy for Megumi. It wasn’t that Megumi chose you of all people because he knew who you were, but rather good luck on his part. “Anyway… Do you want something for breakfast? It’s about time for me and Megumi to eat something again.”

“Are you inviting me out to eat or are you talking about a convenience store breakfast?” You question and the man scratches the back of his neck, looking down at the floor, visibly embarrassed. Before he can answer, you tell him, “I’ll gladly accept a convenience store breakfast. I was just planning on skipping breakfast anyway.”

Megumi! Come here!” Toji yells, and while you wait, you decide to ask,

“When’s your next day off?”

“Tomorrow.” He answers. “Taking the kid to the beach before it gets too cold.”

You slowly nod and smile. “That’s nice.”

“Would you like to come along? Or will we be ruining your day off?” Toji invites you, and now you genuinely smile. It’s been so long since the last time you went to the beach, and it genuinely sounds nice.

“I would love to. You can text me the details.” You respond, and he nods. Neither of you notice Megumi until he tugs his father’s pants.

“I know I ask you for a lot of favors but could you–” Toji begins, causing you to chuckle. You extend your hand.

“Let’s go, Megumi. Let’s get some food.”

Before the sun is even up, Toji is knocking at your door to make sure you’re up and ready to go. Toji isn’t a big fan of crowds– Or finding parking near the beach because it feels impossible. Only way to avoid both of those is by going early, and even though you’re joining them, Toji isn’t leaving any later.

Luckily though, you’re ready when he’s knocking at your door, so you open the door and exit the house. Toji has a tote bag on his shoulder that has all the necessities for a beach day with a three-year-old, and of course, holding the sleeping toddler in his arms. He’s a bit surprised to see that you’re ready to say the least. He texted you the details and he still expected you to not be ready for some reason. 

“Ready?” He questions, and you hum in response. You begin to walk to his car in silence since you don’t want to wake up the sleeping child. You’re both still so tired as well so having a conversation isn’t in the cards for either of you. Toji has to wake himself up somehow because the yawn that leaves his lips doesn’t indicate that he’s fully aware to drive safely. “I think we need to stop for coffee.”

“I think so too.” You answer with a chuckle leaving your lips. You get to the car and you wait for Toji to unlock it, and when he does, you get into the passenger’s seat. He puts the sleeping toddler in the car seat before he gets into the driver’s side. He yawns as he turns on the car.

“Fuck… I usually don’t need coffee but today–” He begins, and a yawn escapes his lips. Maybe he decided to wake up way too early. But the beach is a two hour drive, so he’s not too early. He begins to drive to the nearest coffee shop

“You need it to drive.” You tell him. “I need coffee every day. I can’t handle all those kids without having at least a cup of coffee.”

“Yeah… I can barely handle my one and only kid, I can’t imagine having to deal with more than one.” Toji says. Your eyes are slowly shutting, and you’re wondering if it’s best to just skip out on the coffee and sleep while Toji drives to the beach. Toji has to keep himself awake before he gets his coffee, so he decides he’ll talk to you, “So are you spending the day with us or are you going to do your own thing?”

“I might just join you two since I have nothing else to do.” You answer.

“You could’ve invited a friend along so you wouldn’t have to be stuck with us. I wouldn’t have minded driving someone else.”

“Toji… I’m sorry to break the news to you but I don’t have many friends. And by that I mean I have no friends.” You tell him, and he chuckles in response. “If you don’t want me to join you, I’ll just move over somewhere that’s not bothering you.”

“No! It’s fine. I really don’t mind it, if anything I’m glad that you’re joining us.” Toji responds. He pauses for a moment before he feels the need to add, “And when Megumi heard that you were joining us, he was thrilled. The kid has grown fond of you.”

“He better. We spend a lot of time together.” You manage to laugh. You arrive at the coffee shop and he parks outside.

“What kind of coffee do you want?” Toji asks as he unbuckles the seatbelt. You tell him the coffee order and he exits the car. You smile as you watch him walk into the place, thinking about what a nice neighbor you’ve gotten.

You end up shaking the thought out of your head because last time you thought about what a nice neighbor you had, you ended up married to said neighbor.

Megumi is wide awake when you get to the beach. The sun is shining directly on the pristine blue ocean, and the toddler is amazed as he looks at it. The little boy loves the water, and he’s never seen a pool of water so large before. It makes him think about the beginning of summer, when Toji had a bit more free time and would fill up a toddler pool, and allowed him to play in the water.

“Pool!” Megumi points out, looking out the window while Toji looks for a parking spot. Megumi’s eyes are wide, and he’s trying to undo the seatbelt so he can press his face against the window and stare really well at the sea that he calls a pool.

“That’s the sea, Megumi.” Toji corrects the child, but it goes in one ear and out the other. Megumi stares in awe, and he just wants to open the car door and run outside. “We’re almost there, you can wait.”

“Daddy, let’s go.” Megumi says, as if it’ll make his father park any faster. Toji eventually finds a spot, and Megumi is fidgety while he waits for his father to take him out of the car seat. You’re half-awake, and Toji taps your shoulder to fully wake you. You weakly smile at him, stretching your legs before you open your door. “Daddy!”

“Be patient, Megumi. If you keep pushing it, we might just go back home.” Toji threatens, and the child gets the hint. He’s still impatient, so he kicks his feet into the air while he waits for his father to let him out of his carseat. You help Toji out, so while he picks Megumi up, you get the tote bag that’s in the backseat.

When you’re both ready, you begin to walk to the beach. Toji holds his son, while you carry the bags. There’s not many people at the actual beach, so you’re able to find a nice spot fast. Toji puts Megumi down on the sand, and takes the tote bag from you. Megumi begins to run to the water, and Toji has to grab the toddler by the top of his head, “Play in the sand for five minutes, if you can’t control yourself, you won’t go play in the water at all.”

Toji gets the towel from the bag and he sets it down on the sand. Megumi is kicking his feet, making the sand go everywhere. Five minutes feel like an eternity for him. You help Toji set up so it’s faster for them. When there isn’t much to do, Toji looks around for a bathroom,

“Will you watch our stuff for a couple of minutes while we change into our swimsuits?”

“Yeah.” You nod, and you watch Toji pick up Megumi from the floor, and walk away. Megumi’s arms extend toward the ocean which causes you to laugh. You look in your bag for your swimsuit, making sure you packed it up because you don’t intend to spend the whole day sitting on a towel. Luckily, you don’t have to run to a nearby store to buy an overpriced swimsuit, because you remembered to pack it up.

You take a moment to admire nature. You inhale the sweet scent of the beach that’s most likely the smell of sunscreen. You listen and feel the warm breeze that soothes the hotness that the sun causes. The breeze plays a melody in your ears, and takes you back to simpler times when you used to come to the beach on vacation all the time. Your hand goes into the sand, and you grab a handful of it. You hate how at the end of a long beach day, the sand manages to get everywhere. You want to laugh as you recall your late-husband’s voice complaining about how the sand got in the car, making it dirty. You miss that.

You hear your name, but it isn’t Toji’s voice. You look up and you see an old friend that you haven’t seen in around a year. You furrow your eyebrows and end up looking away, looking at the seemingly endless blue ocean. “It’s been so long, how are you holding up?”

“I don’t know you, sorry. Care to remind me who you are?” You respond, and the man chuckles. It’s been around four months since the last time he saw you, and it’s fair to say that you’re upset with him– So upset that you choose to act as if you don’t know him. He invites himself to join you, taking a seat next to you on one of Toji’s towels.

“Are you mad at me?” He questions, and you don’t respond. He looks around, and from the bag he sees floaties for a kid. “Are you here with someone? Did you move on already?”

“Gojo, it’s none of your business.” You finally tell him, and he wonders if you’ve already found someone else. Or if Kento had a kid that he hid from the world. Then a tall man walks by, and Satoru immediately assumes that you’ve moved on and that the muscular intimidating man is your new boyfriend.

“Is this your friend?” Toji asks, and you glare at Satoru before you look over at Toji. A shirtless Toji that holds his and his son’s clothes. He has his sunglasses on, but the last thing you’re paying attention to is his face. You didn’t get to admire his body when you slept together because you didn’t have much lighting, but this time the sun shines on him, allowing you to appreciate every crevice of his body. At the end of his swimming trunks, you see the little hand that holds on to Toji, and you see Megumi with a matching swimsuit.

“He was bothering me.” You inform Toji, and Toji stuffs the clothes in the tote bag. Toji clears his throat before he crosses his arms.

“I’ll give you a minute to leave.” Toji says while Megumi walks over to you. Toji made it clear to the toddler that he can’t go near the water without an adult present, and since neither of you seem to go to the water, Megumi walks over to you while his father deals with the stranger.

“Or what?” Satoru questions. Satoru isn’t exactly scared by the man that looms over him. Still, Toji is intimidating. You’re not paying much attention to them as Megumi puts his hand near your ear, about to whisper something to you,

“Let’s go to the pool.” Megumi whispers, causing you to laugh. You’re not paying attention to the interaction that’s happening next to you, until Satoru stands up.

“Leave her alone.” Toji demands, but Satoru isn’t listening. He doesn’t take orders from anyone.

“Do you want to do something cool before that?” You ask Megumi, picking him up from the floor and walking away from the men. You know Toji would want to put sunscreen and the floaties on the kid before letting him play in the water, so you decide to play in the sand with Megumi while Toji deals with your old friend.

“What? Is she your little girlfriend or what? It hasn’t even been a year since her husband died and she’s here with… Some guy.” Satoru says, and Toji realizes that he isn’t just some stranger. But that still doesn’t excuse the fact that he’s bothering you.

“I told you to leave her alone. Leave or I’ll knock your teeth out.” Toji threatens. “She’s my sweet neighbor, and trust me, I’ll be upset if you ruin her beach day.”

“Neighbor?” Satoru questions. Satoru ends up deciding that he loves his teeth, and that he came to the beach to relax and clear his head not get into a fight with a stranger, so he decides to walk away. When Satoru leaves, you pick up Megumi who was having fun slapping the sand.

Toji doesn’t question anything when you’re back in front of him. He bends down and gets the floaties for his son. He puts them on Megumi and begins to blow air into them, while you grab  your swimsuit and go to the bathroom to change as well.

The entire time, Toji’s eyes are on you. While you play with Megumi in the water, when you take a moment to lay down in the sun, when you go to a nearby shop to eat something. You can tell he likes the way the swimsuit looks on you, and he’s barely trying to hide it. It flatters you, but you’re also wondering if you should’ve chosen something more modest.

Around six almost seven in the afternoon, you’re packing up your stuff, getting ready to go. Megumi is sleepy after accidentally getting salt water in his eyes so many times in the day. Additionally, Megumi usually has a nap time which was skipped today. Megumi went to hug you, and he didn’t let go as he began to fall asleep.

“My back is burning.” Toji comments, and you chuckle.

“You should’ve let me put sunscreen on your back.” You respond. You watch him put on a shirt, and you almost pout when he does so. But you’ve been appreciating him for the entire afternoon. Toji glances at you and at Megumi.

“Do you want me to take him off your hands?” Toji questions, watching Megumi’s head rest on your shoulder. You hold him, and you try to stand up. “He just hugged you and ended up glued there?”

“Yeah.” You chuckle. “I do want to put on some clothes before getting into the car.”

You give Megumi to Toji before grabbing your bag and walking to the bathroom. Toji looks down at the toddler and smiles. He’s been planning this beach day for months, just thinking about his baby boy playing in the sea. 

Megumi had a lot of fun, playing around in the water with you, then deciding to play with the sand. It’s fair to say that Megumi had fun in the sea that he calls a pool. Toji takes a seat on the sand as he looks at the pinkish sky. He smiles, just appreciating everything. He finds himself grateful that he decided to invite you. Megumi wouldn’t have had nearly as much fun if it was just him.

He kisses the top of Megumi’s head, while his hand runs up and down the toddler’s back. The beach slowly becomes empty as people decide to go back home. This is one of the best times to be at the beach, and if it weren’t for the fact that he has to work tomorrow, he’d stay a little longer. He also has to make sure you get home early enough so you’re not completely tired at work tomorrow.

You walk back to them, and take a seat next to Toji. He looks over at you, and he tries to smile but it comes off as horrible. You chuckle. “Thank you for inviting me. I had fun.”

“I’m glad you came along.” He says. “I’m really grateful to you.”

“Really?” You question, a bit surprised at his words.

“Yeah.” He says. “You’re really helping me with Megumi. So much. And all because I carried a mattress up to your apartment.”

“Well to be fair, I couldn’t have done it with you… And I might need you to get it out of my apartment.” You tell him, and he ends up laughing. You both look at the sunset.

“Is there any way I can repay you for all you’re doing?” Toji asks, as he thinks about how yesterday his son woke you up and you still brought the stuffed animal over to him. Megumi is growing extremely fond of you.

“Maybe we can come back to the beach when summer comes again.” You answer. “And stay till the sunset is over.”

“Deal.” Toji says. You stick your pinky out and put it in front of his face. Toji can’t help but think about how childish it is, but he still intertwines his pinky with yours.

“The sunset is beautiful.” You tell him, your eyes unable to tear away from the beautiful sky. It reflects on the ocean, and it’s truly one of the most beautiful sights you’ve ever seen. Simple moments like these make you glad that you’re still alive.

“Yeah.” He agrees. He can’t remember the last time he watched a sunset, and he forgot how much he loved them. Yet as he sits he can’t help but think, “I’m worried about the sand and the car though.”

“I think you’ll be fine.” You can’t help but smile, “I’ll help you clean it up.”

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Reading this literally grabbed my WHOLE attention. Like it was wonderful the dynamic between Gojo, Geto, and y/n was beautiful, and the whole cult scene was chilling and the Satoru using Y/n her sleep scene was also beautiful. I love this story, and would gladly drop everything to see more.

— DUALITY.

pairing. suguru geto x fem!reader x satoru gojo 

prequel. part one. can be read as a standalone.

summary. a human cannot survive being with an incubus, and becoming more than a human involves things such as making deals with demons. you and suguru would do anything to be with your boyfriend, your shared love. nothing, or anyone else matters. it’s all in the name of romance and love. ♡

tags. poly relationship, incubus!gojo, blood, murder, violence, manipulation, gaslighting, switching, threesome, double penetration, creampie, power imbalances, descriptions of oral (male receiving), come eating, slapping, somnophilia kind of, derealization, blood play, pain play kinda, breeding kink, cults, a lot of blood, mentions of cannibalism

notes. this entire au has dark themes but aren’t meant to be taken that way! it’s not actually dark but still be mindful of the tags.

wc. 17k+. playlist ⋆ ao3 ⋆ name/theme based of this mixtape. 

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“—the second woman found unresponsive in her home. This is the second victim with no underlying health conditions to pass away in her sleep after a night of drinking in the past month. Her roommate stated to police that she recalls Rin Saito bringing home a man last night, and that the sex had been consensual, ruling out date rape. An autopsy is still being done. Similar to Takahashi who died last month, Saito’s roommate can’t recall the appearance of the man, despite having seen him at the house party the two attended. Police are currently asking for anyone who attended the party at Westlake Drive to call in with any information they have on Saito or the man that she left with. Furthermore—”

“Turn it off, darling.” Suguru murmurs, looking pensive as he absently taps the kitchen knife. The vegetables remain half cut, domestic amongst the dark look in his violet eyes. “Satoru will be home soon, and I don’t want him to know about this.”

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I’m gonna be on the outlook for this one, I’m ready for it💕

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑰𝒏 𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝑨𝒈𝒆

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈! 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒙 𝑴𝒐𝒎! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝑰𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏 𝑰𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒐. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚-𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚-𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏. 𝑨 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕, 𝒕𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅.

𝑨/𝑵: 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆. 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔.

𝑾𝑪: 1.6𝑲

𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒆✯ (𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛).

𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚❤︎

It all started with a simple iced caramel macchiato. A drink he had specially made for you himself the moment he took over the cafe that his father owned that was located in the private housing estate that his father also owned. 

Maybe it was just a simple crush on his side, he thought that over time it would have faded away, but it never did. It just kept growing, and growing until finally he just couldn’t take it anymore. 

He thought maybe something just had to be wrong with him. How can he, a twenty-one year old third year university student have a crush on a woman who was six years older than him. Not only were you older, but you were married and on top of that you also had a newborn child. 

It was wrong for him to be so infatuated with a married woman, but there was just something about you. Something that he just had to take for himself. He sighed heavily as he watched as you sat next to the window inside the cafe, your hand against your cheek while the other arm held your baby close to your chest. He watched as you tilt your head down a bit to gaze at your son, a beautiful smile curving only those lips as you did so. 

The first true smile, a smile he’d never seen before. He wondered if he would be able to make you smile like that for him. An adoring smile grew on his lips as well, but it faded as soon as it came the moment he saw your lips turn into a frown. 

He too frowned when he saw him, that man you called your husband Mr. Haru Hiroshima walked up to you and placed a kiss upon your cheek. He chuckled when he saw you used the back of your arm to wipe the kiss away from your cheek as you stared up at him. 

He hated seeing you like this, that beautiful smile now fading into an angry pout. Though you're just as beautiful with an angry pout, a smile suited you the best. He could tell how uncomfortable you felt being in the own presence of the man you married. The slight twitch on your lips and the jittering in your leg gave it away. 

He noticed the way you rolled your eyes when your husband paid you a compliment, shrugged his hand from your shoulder as he tried to rub your shoulder with those HANDS.

Your eyes twitched and burned with hatred, he could tell from where he stood behind the counter with an apron wrapped around his waist, that you hated your husband. If he didn’t know who you were or who your husband was then he would have wanted to know the reason why you stared up at your husband with such disdainful eyes. But oh he knew, he knew the reason why you hated the man you had a baby with, he knew the reason why you hated the man you married. 

The many late nights spent inside his car parked outside the cafe, never went unnoticed by the youngster. Oh he knew the many nights your husband would sit inside this very cafe with another woman perched against him, laughing at the ridiculous joke, playing with the ends of their hair while they batted their overly dramatic eyelashes at him, before leaving to fuck in that car that was parked outside the cafe. 

And the next day, you’ll be here in that spot that you’re currently seated in, wiping the tears from your eyes as you sipped on an iced caramel macchiato that he’d make for you. Yes, Gojo Satoru had to bear witness of your husband's infidelities and watched as you cried your eyes out the next morning. 

At this point he was more than infatuated with you, but let’s not deviate into the past just yet, you know to that time when he first laid eyes on you all those months ago when you were still pregnant with the baby that you’re holding in your arms now. How beautiful you looked with your tummy all round and swollen. The thoughts he had in his young mind were sinful. He was ashamed of himself to think of you in such an inappropriate way when he saw that baby bump. 

Anyways, he bit his lips resting his hand against the counter while exchanging words with his best friend as he continued to watch on. He chuckled a bit when he saw you jerked your head away and rolled your eyes when your husband tried to brush his thumb against those round cheeks.

“That woman is way out of your league Satoru,” Geto said as he observed his best friend’s eyes as Gojo continued to stare at you.

“What do you mean out of my league? If you’re talking about wealth class, then she’s definitely up there and if you’re talking about beauty, I personally think that we make a perfect match,” Gojo responded as he turned his back towards Geto to attend to the Macchiato that he was suppose to make you a long time ago. 

“Well for starters, she’s way older than you,” Geto said, pointing out something that was already obvious to him. Of course Gojo knew that you’re twenty-seven years old.

“Yeah and so what if she’s six years older than me. I mean she’s still young compared to that old man she calls husband. He’s, what 48 or 50?” Gojo responded with a roll of his eyes.

“Please, put that aside. How can ever compete with Mr. Hiroshima?” Geto asked. 

Gojo scoffed, “I’m much better than that old hag. Just look at me, I’m young, hot, handsome, smart and I got a big dick.” Geto shook his head in disbelief. Gojo really didn’t just say that. “I can take his wife and treat her much better than he can. I’m Gojo fucking Satoru and who is he? A fucking joke that is.” 

“Unbelievable,” Geto said, sighing in disbelief as he watched as Gojo added extra pumps of caramel in your drink along with crushed chocolate bits. 

Gojo rolled his eyes before taking off his apron, placed your macchiato on a platter and slowly made his way towards you. 

“You need to act like a proper wife, you just threw yourself away the moment you got pregnant,” your husband whispered bitterly at you. “Look at you, you haven’t even made the effort to wear a bit of makeup or even lose that fucking weight. You’re not getting any younger.”

“And you are? You know what? Fuck you,” you whispered back at him as you tried to hold back the tears that were treating to spill. “Don’t you have somewhere to be.” 

“Don’t talk to me this way, remember who took you in when you had nothing. Don’t be ungrateful and be thankful that I haven’t divorced you as yet,” your husband yet to you. 

You so badly wanted to take the ring from your finger and tossed it in his face and yelled, “FUCK YOU AND THIS FUCKING MARRIAGE.”

But if you did, then you knew that you’d have nowhere to go. You’d have no funds to take care of yourself and your baby. You’ll be useless without him. So like a good little wife, you sat there while staring at him, hatred for him running through your veins, even though a bit of love still pumped through them. 

“I’ll be gone for the month. Don’t expect me to call you or anything. If it’s not an emergency then you don’t need to call or text me. I’ll be tracking your spending too. Don’t fucking waste my money.” You said nothing. Gojo on the other hand gritted his teeth, trying his hardest to compose himself as he continued to listen on to your husband. 

“I’ll be leaving now,” and with that said, Mr Hiroshima got up kissed your cheek, made an attempt to kiss your lips, but inside was met with the side of your cheek yet again then left without even acknowledging the baby. Gojo watched as the tear that was threatening to spill rolled down your cheek, before you quickly wiped it away and smiled down at your baby.

He knew you didn't deserve this, he knew you deserve a man that is willing to treat you better, to show you how much you're worth. He knew that he could treat you way better than your husband. You just had to present him with that opportunity.

"Hello Mrs. Hiroshima," he greeted you with a smile as he placed the macchiato before you and offered you a smile.

"Hello young Gojo," you said as you forced a smile on your lips.

"I made your usual and don't worry this one is on the house," he said to you.

"That's very kind of you Gojo, thank you," you said as you took a sip from your macchiato and smiled. "It's very delicious. The drinks are becoming more delicious now that you’ve taken over the place."

“What can I say, I guess I have a thing for sweet drinks,” he responded and you giggled and offered up a genuine smile and smiled back.

He stared at you for a while, and as he watched on, all he could think about was how perfect you’d be for him. And the next thing he knew before he could he stop himself, he spoke, "You know Mrs. Hiroshima, your husband doesn't deserve you. I see how he treats you Mrs. Hiroshima and you don't deserve that."

You gasped as you stared up at him, to see that he was already looking at you, "You deserve someone that is going to treat you the way you deserve to be treated Mrs. Hiroshima. Wouldn’t you want that?" And without waiting for you to respond, he left and went to sit beside his friend. Yeah something was wrong with him. He wanted you, a married twenty seven year old woman with a newborn baby.

✯𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑰𝒏 𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝑨𝒈𝒆 - 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝑻𝒐 𝑻𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝑶3

@getosbigballsack 2023

I love all things Feitan and though Phinks isn’t my favorite I do love the dynamic. You say ur not confident in it but I like it a lot regardless lol, if you made this a story I’d read tf outta it.

Common Interest

Yandere Feitan x Reader x Yandere Phinks

Synopsis: Feitan and Phinks talk about one of their common interests, you.

Warnings: Murder mentions, yandere content, reader is a troupe member, fem reader

idk how many words this is its 12 am and I’m just trying to get this blurb out of my drafts… not very confident in this but I just wanted to post something while I work on other stuff 🥲

Feitan isn't sure what to do with you.

People have piqued his interest before, for any number of reasons. If they were lucky, he got bored after a day or two. If he decided to see what the fuss was about, it usually sealed that person's fate. They'd be dead in a matter of days to weeks and tossed to the woods behind his house for the wolves to feed on. Feitan can't do that with you, he isn't ready to drag you by your ankles to his home and kill you with an assortment of torture techniques, nor does he want to.

After all, the other Spiders probably wouldn't take it too well if Feitan caused one of their members to disappear.

For once, everyone was all together at the base to celebrate a mission well done.

Feitan eyed you, only half pretending to read his book. He wasn't big on reading, but a book on medieval torture practices was sure to have some fun information. You were talking with Shizuku about something, sitting next to her in the hideout sharing a takeout box of food. The moonlight shined through the windows, illuminating you against the others. He sits further away, preferring to be at a distance while he ruminates on his feelings. Feitan's ears strain to pick up on what you two discuss, trying to ignore everyone else.

"Okay, you first, what does yours say?" You ask, stabbing a piece of chicken with your fork and eating it. Shizuku eyed the strip of paper, chewing on the fortune cookie as she did. Once she finished, she read out what was written. "Want to learn Mandarin? Leave us a review? Visit ou-" "Wrong side, Shizuku." She lets out an "oh" before turning the paper over to see what her fortune was. "A light heart carries you through tough times." She recites, blinking a few times. "What about you, what does yours say?"

You look at the rectangle of paper, having only skimmed it briefly before. You hold it up, reading it out loud to her. "Good business opportunities will come to you." You stab another piece of chicken with your fork. The conversation soon shifts focus as the two of you share your meal.

Why were you talking to her? She was going to forget whatever you said as soon as you left. It's one ear and out the other with Shizuku. Feitan wouldn't forget, he never has. Everything you've told to him he's remembered, anytime you addressed him directly or called him by his name. He's kept all of your mementos too: your hair ties, the old press-on nails Pakunoda encouraged you to get, and the cards you hid in your bra during a game of Uno (those were his favorite).

Feitan's fixation for you has gone on for so long he isn't sure how or when it started. Perhaps it was always there, and only now was rising to the surface. He wasn't sure of the reason for it, not that he needed one. Feitan didn't need to justify his attachment to you, especially not since you and him are one in the same; thieves. Oh, but he is hyper-aware of his own growing animosity toward the other Spiders. He's been meaning to put a stop to it, realizing how out of hand it had been getting when he grew resentful towards Kortopi for taking your attention when you should have been focused on him.

The common denominator had been you; so it was only right that Feitan deals with you. The others can't bother him if they can't interact with you, and if they can't interact with you then Feitan could have you all to himself. His thoughts drift to how he would even pull something like that off; if he should even try it.

Just as he was trying to tune back into you and Shizuku’s conversation, Phinks came to sit with him on the concrete he was using as a resting place. Feitan smelled him before he saw him, the distinct scent of his cologne was unmistakable. A warm musky fragrance, and if you really focused on it, it was almost floral.

"What you want?" It came out as an almost hiss, but that was just Feitan's normal tone of voice these days. "You're staring again." He points out. Again. Again? Feitan stares at Phinks, closer to eye level now that he's sitting down on the concrete. Behind the cowl, Feitan's mouth tightens to a thin line, and his gaze returns to you.

Well, if Phinks' picked up on Feitan's proclivity to admire you from afar, surely Chrollo has as well. The idea of that is enough to send an unpleasant shiver through him. Feitan is surprised Phinks would have picked onto something like this, he wonders if his interest in you wasn’t more obvious than he initially thought.

(Honestly, between the two of them- Phinks wasn’t exactly the perceptive one).

"You stare too." Feitan says, in an almost challenging tone. It isn't any of Phinks' business what Feitan does, really. "Could be doing a lot more than just staring." Phinks' says it like he's offering something, and Feitan peels his eyes away once more to look at Phinks. There’s that look on his face, one Feitan is familiar with. The cogs running through his head, deciding to do it, to take what’s right in front of you and to make it yours.

Feitan has noticed it; the fleeting glances and constant need to hear your opinion on things Phinks had. Sometimes, Feitan worries Phinks has become incapable to form his own thoughts on a matter without your input. Phinks was the only person (other than Chrollo, of course), that Feitan could tolerate you speaking to for more than a few minutes.

“She leaving after tonight, gone till next mission.” Feitan says, having picked it up from your earlier conversation with Shizuku. He wonders if she’s even remembered you told her that. “We could just keep her,” Phinks starts, leaning in so nobody else could hear. “My place is nice enough, yeah?” Feitan nods slightly, giving Phinks his approval for the idea. Hardly any words past that have to be said, evidently, they're on the same page.

If it had been anyone else, any other troupe member, to say Feitan would be irritated is an understatement. He'd make quick of killing them for even daring to breach the topic, but Phinks is an exception; he might as well be his brother.

He and Phinks killed people together, robbed the innocent and took joy rides in stolen cars, even shared a bed when they had to. Surely they can split you between themselves. It wouldn’t be hard, even if the two men could get insanely jealous and possessive. They’d be working together, not against each other. Two heads are always better than one; especially when Feitan knows you'd put up a serious fight should they go through with this.

The thought of it amuses him, Feitan, at your imagined struggle, begins to feel some pity for you. As valuable of a member to the Troupe you were, he doubts you’d do well against two spiders. Maybe you won’t even get the chance to get some good hits in, depending on whatever Phinks’ has in mind.

“So? What do you say?” Phinks asks, turning to face Feitan with crossed arms. There's a long pause, Feitan thinking the offer over and all of the ways it could go wrong. All of the ways it could go right.

"Let's do it."

WORTH ┃ featuring the verdant strider! tighnari

CW. NSFW (MDNI), afab! reader, professor! tighnari, teacher-student relationship, modern-ish au (he teaches in a university), manipulation/coercion, gaslighting, drugging (use of aphrodisiac), clothed sex, oral (m & f), teasing, unprotected sex, implications of breeding and pregnancy, marking, undertones of yandere tighnari (?), ending’s kinda meh, roughly 4k words (tighnari made me do it)

AN. okay, i was a vv hardcore tighnari simp (you could say i main him) when he was released and he just, well, made me do it. also, reposted from that one ACC :)

you weren’t the brightest one in the group.

you always have to work harder than others, to dedicate more of your time to study in advance once exam season comes. it doesn’t matter when you felt left out when your friends are partying the night, there isn’t a minute to lose in order to submit proposals and papers within the week. nothing could stand in your way of studying—books here, consultations there, meetings left and right.

it’s lonely, sure, seeing how those who you treat as close friends slowly untie the string keeping you together but this had gotten you so far to where you stood, close to graduating, close to moving forward in your life. everything is worth it, you have found your meaning amidst the judgment thrown at you by people.

so where did it all went wrong?

“this is the final time i’d be consulting with you f/n. if you can’t propose a more feasible concept for your research, you might end up taking these units next year.”

your hands felt cold, shaking even, as you tried grasping each word he said. no, you can’t afford to postpone your graduation just because of one class. with each millisecond that passed, your mind started threading through each step you did which resulted in this issue. one by one, problems start to pile up inside your brain, rendering you deep in thought as you can’t seem to find any mistakes in your output.

“you are aware that you’re falling behind in class, right?”

tighnari looks up from his desk, taking in the image of you, cowering in your troubles, slowly descending into madness as he prods on the things he knew you felt insecure about. on each consultation he had with you, he notices the subtle changes in your demeanor, taking note on how you react to see where he should focus on just to make sure you lose all that confidence in yourself.

it was utterly repulsive to him, wanting to see his dedicated and outstanding student lose their shine just because he has the power to do so.

but he loves it, he loves it, he loves it.

it wasn’t like him, this isn’t like him but he can’t help it when you’ve always looked beautiful crying. he had seen it once in the library at night, your hardworking self crumbling under pressure. what a poor thing, he thought before he made his way towards your seat and offered you help on the material you find hard to understand. you found his presence calming, appreciating to even spend time for you.

tighnari who had a dab hand at guiding even the dullest of pupils, a young graduate who was already scouted to be a part of the reknown akademiya but had opted to teach students in this university, a man with a kind soul who you often see guiding his students—of course, there’s no reason to not trust your professor, right?

tighnari didn’t mean any harm, really. all he wants is the best for you but with whatever state you’re currently in, he has the need to work his way in your life and had him influence you on what’s suitable for a sweet, pliant, and dumb girl like you.

“i am aware sir, thank you for still considering with all these consultations. maybe my efforts aren’t really enough, should i take this again next year,” you replied but you whispered the last part of your sentence out of pure disappointment. the thing is, tighnari heard each word full of uncertainty, grinning before he lays a hand on top of your shoulders.

“if this can work in your favor, i can help you with your paper after office hours,” he suggested, waiting to see your eyes sparkle and you did. you looked up at him with hope obviously plastered on your face.

“you would, professor?” he can see the small smile forming on your lips, waiting for his reply.

seeing that tighnari smiles back with a soft nod from his head had you slowly pulling away from the sudden burst of adrenaline, gazing at the side to ground yourself before shyly peering up back at him. “i’d do anything to pass this subject and your guidance will really help a lot.”

tighnari shudders, imagining how he can take you right at that very moment. you’d do anything? he asks himself before he takes one more look at you. “you’ve always been so diligent, it’s the least that i can do for a hard-working student like you.”

“it is really appreciated professor, thank you.”

“then meet me at my office around 7 in the evening every wednesday and friday. i’d be free by then.” you nod in reply, gathering all the documents you have presented before bidding him a sweet goodbye. oh so sweet and gentle, that’s what he’d always loved about you. he can’t wait to have you all for himself.

and only if the poor you knew where this would lead you.

“be reminded that the algorithm that you have presented goes against ethical practices. we can’t simply restore back memories on empty shells representing humans. cloning is still subjected in harsh criticisms,” he sighs, looking at the way your shoulders slumped down with your eyes casting a downward look.

just as planned.

“what a pity, i can already deduce that your topic can’t even suffice to work on its own without being undermined by such principles.” he can hear the way you winced at his words, observing how you react. just a little more, tighnari thought as he wait for more of your reactions.

“are you sure you’re really doing your best, f/n?”

“i am!” you exclaimed, quickly feeling embarrassed by your outburst, opting to follow it with a meek “i am, professor. i am doing my best.”

“do you think it’s enough?”

you were so close to breaking, not knowing where to go. there are only two months left for this semester and restarting your work given the time constraint could only lead you to a failing grade. withdrawing the subject may be your best option but that also poses a problem where your graduation is to be delayed.

the help that tighnari offered was your last ray of hope yet you’re not getting anywhere. are you really that dense that you can’t move forward in something so simple?

“let’s call it a day and continue tomorrow. rest first and let’s try to talk out what we could make out of it without removing most of what you’ve already started for its body.” in reality, tighnari already has a plan in mind, of course, as someone who used to take elective courses on biology had him an advantage and he so hopes that you wouldn’t catch on his schemes.

“but professor, i’m already lagging behind everyone,” you argued. you are desperate at this point, holding tightly to whatever will you have left within yourself. “i still have other subjects i need to focus on, it would only hinder on my plans in submitting my other outputs and i can’t risk losing more points.”

“as much as i want to help you but it’s already too late f/n. the gates might close soon if we would still continue working here.”

“we can work somewhere else. i’m really sorry professor but i really want to pass this subject,” you pleaded, he likes that, smiling at unyielding determination you have right now that would crumble soon.

“would you prefer to work at my place? or would you rather invite me in yours?” he waits for your answer, eyes piercing down at your form.

he can see how you hesitated, cheeks hinting a dark hue as you felt your blood boil from the fact that you either invite yourself to his house or you’d invite him in the apartment you currently share with your friend.

and your answer would be obvious by now.

“please let’s work at your house, professor. my friend might be at home and wouldn’t want to be disturbed by any noise as we get there.”

“okay then. let’s head straight to the parking area and hope that the gates are still open.”

you never would’ve thought that you’d be inside someone’s house, let alone your professor’s.

“so, shall we start?” you heard him ask as you are both sat on his living room. you nodded, quickly pulling out your laptop and your organizer.

it was quite peaceful, during the hours that followed your discussion with tighnari. he was really good in explaining you the areas that you need to work on and criticizes some points you have added. so far, you were producing some result but you have spent so much energy for this research that you can’t stop the occasional yawns escaping your lips throughout the whole talk.

“are you somewhat tired? i can make the two of us some coffee,” tighnari offers and you can’t resist the mention of the drink.

“that’d be really appreciated, thank you.”

and that’s when you’ve finally made your huge mistake.

tighnari yet again smiles, standing up and went to fix you two some coffee. he was graceful in his steps, not wanting to express any excitement on what’s bound for the two of you tonight. he can ever hear you humm in delight when the scent of freshly brewed coffee lingers in the air.

as he puts in some cream and sugar, he quickly pulls out a vial from one of the drawers of his kitchen and dropped a few of its contents on your mug. perfect.

“here, drink up first and rest for a few minutes.” tighnari can see the smile on your face, eyes squinting in happiness as you take small sips of your hot coffee, mind obviously unsuspecting of anything because you just trust your professor so much after all the troubles he’d been through with you.

“this taste so good,” you uttered, striking up tighnari’s interest.

“the beans was sent to me by a friend. he often travels on different nations. i’m glad that you like it as well.” you can see tighnari smiling underneath the soft glow of light, emphasizing the caring gaze he has and you can’t help but feel your heart beat fast.

tighnari had always been adored by many, loved even. he is really good in the field yet that hasn’t been the reason for him to belittle or stomp down on others. he is as kind as he is humble and would often be ready to aid those who are in need. if your circumstances are different, you would gladly pursue him and express this underlying feelings you harbored from the past weeks of spending time with him.

but would he want to be with someone like you?

these insecurities had slowly soured your mood. it even baffles you how an outstanding man like him had gone through lengths just to have you pass this subject. and you can’t even offer anything in return besides the unsatisfactory outputs you kept submitting.

“let’s continue?”

and you two did, well, while your mind still can.

right after finishing what remains of your drink, there’s this sudden click of heat radiating from the pit of your stomach, stimulating your senses to be more sensitive to any type of stimulus. at first, you tried ignoring the annoying feeling and focused on the burning anger you felt in yourself that just wants to get this over with.

but it grew more unbearable, your hands itching to rub on the sensitive spots of your body that begs for any sort of sensation. the ache between your legs sent shivers up your spine, causing you to slightly buckle from your seat. your thighs had started to rub on each other to give you some sort of friction down there, to give you some sort of relief.

peering from his side, tighnari can see how you shift on your seat, beads of sweat starting to litter your skin. he grins before he turns to look at you with concern beaming on his face.

“f/n?” before you could reply, a sudden wave of heat engulfed your core and had you stumbling out of your seat, eyes trained to the man who’s now in front of you.

“are you okay? f/n?” your mind can barely coherent such thoughts when the heat spreads so fast in your blood, a tingling sensation calls for attention on the pit of your loins. it gradually grows harder for you to concentrate, hands shaking when tighnari assisted you to a more comfortable position in his couch.

“professor, i feel weird. it’s like something is burning inside of me,” you almost slurred as the sensation from the pit of your stomach aches that tears started pooling in your eyes. with what remains of your clear thoughts, you looked around to know the source of such discomfort and the coffee that you’d recently could be the only reason why—

“what did you put in m—.” you slowly feel like jelly on the sofa, squinting to keep your eyes open as you tried managing the ache between your legs. “did you put something in my coffee?”

“coffee? what are you talking about? why would i even do that?” you can see the worry in his eyes, hands moving close to your forehead. you feel bad doubting him, frowning and looking down on yourself. “first, tell me what are you feeling?”

“i…” you can’t even answer back when the burn feels more unbearable within, hands gripping the armrest as you try to sit up only to fail and fall back in a lying position. 

“it hurts professor,” you softly cried out while failing to even glance up on tighnari. you can feel him shift you to a lying position, gentle arms surrounding you with warmth, the faint scent of flora radiating off of him had your senses acting up. you want to be embraced by him, be surrounded by him, to have him soothe this ache. desperation evident when your arms wrapped around his torso and didn’t let go.

“what hurts f/n?” with the barely existing distance between you two, his whispered words had you shivering, your hands digging on the broadness of his shoulder. in seconds, you heard a low growl coming from him, flickering more desire to ran rampant in your body and mind.

“f/n, we need to sort out what you’re feeling first.” he warns you, attempting to peel away from your hold but you won’t even let him go, not when he’s already right on top of you.

“it hurts here professor.” you reached out a hand to grab his free one, directing it right between your legs. tighnari wasn’t even surprised, barely hiding the smile forming on his lips when he felt you using his hand to rub on your crotch. “it hurts so much.”

“here?” tighnari asked in a teasing tone, not that you’d notice when you moaned in response.

“yes,” you whimpered when he started to move two of his fingers and slowly rub your clothed cunt. tighnari can feel just how wet you are, the tips of his fingers getting smothered with your arousal.

long had forgotten your suspicions with that coffee when you started to grind yourself on his steady hand, your underwear and thin pants ruined from how much slick had already pooled between your legs. it feels good, so good to be touched like this.

“f/n, you do know what this implies,” tighnari suggests, still holding up this worried façade of his. and it worked, it worked on making you lenient towards what the hell he wants. 

“i know. ‘ want you to do something ‘bout it, please,” you cried when tighnari quickly uses two of his fingers to slide up and down the slit of your messy, clothed cunt.

“is this really what you want?” tighnari asked. to stimulate further your already feverish state, tighnari used his other hand to knead on your chest, the poor shirt you wore can barely stop how your nipples protrude upon contact.

his question went past your head when his thumb forms a grudgingly slow circular stroke on your nipples. his other hand, however, wormed its way inside your pants, feeling you through your panties, begrudgingly sliding up and down the valley of your pussy, barely missing the part where you’d want it to run to but the sensitivity you were feeling intensified the pleasure you were getting.

it felt so good, too good, having both his hands move against your body. but the bliss soon stopped when tighnari paused. you can hear him laugh softly, amused when he saw your eyes widen and lips forming a small pout.

“hm… you haven’t answered my question f/n. can you specifically tell me what is it that you want?“ the hotness from his breath immediately sent triggers down your body, legs trembling when the sensation of his fingers gently prodding on your crotch made your back arch closer to his body.

"i want you to touch me,” you begged. your eyes were watering from how unbearable the heat was in your body and the gentle strokes that tighnari gave on your aching cunt made the feeling even worse.

“touch you? but i already am,” he replies while watching you writhe and whine. with the faraway look in your eyes, tighnari knew that the aphrodisiac had fully taken effect. “see? i can just feel how wet you are right now.”

“kiss me, please. also wan’ you to use your fingers more.”

just a simple wish coming from your lips, desperate yet sweet, had tighnari fastening his pace in rubbing you, lips then latched on the sensitive skin of your neck. the sensations from your core and the pleasure on your neck, on your breasts quickly build up the spike of your orgasm, your hands searching for something to get a grip on but only to find the soft locks of tighnari.

he groans, almost leaving a bite on your skin as you tugged on his hair. this had urged him to harshly rub his fingers, the soft tips roughly digging through your underwear and had reached to prod on your clit.

“based on how your body is reacting, you’re close,” he uttered after pulling away from your neck, eyeing how you shake and moan out his name. “go on, come.”

you were far out because of the pleasure but tighnari’s command had gone through your head and you’d finally feel the tightness in your core to snap, legs closing from the intensity as you gush out because of tighnari’s touch. and he kept you spread open as he rides you through your orgasm.

“coming from simply being touched.” tighnari hushes you afterward, scooping you in his arms. you were panting heavily, trying to calm down but the heat that had subsided after your orgasm was fast to being unbearable. he felt you tugging on his sleeves and he smiles. “you’re just so good, aren’t you f/n?”

“i am… good for you.” a breathless whisper then followed your reply. tighnari hums, pulling you closer before he lifts you up and carried you to his room. you were beyond intoxicated, gripping him closer, nose buried in his neck, feeling all that you can touch before you’re laid down on the softness of his bed.

with droopy eyes, you reached out for him to have him closer once more, savoring the comfort he brings you as the heat continues to engulf you in an unrelenting need. tighnari complies, pretty much occupied by the thought that he finally has you, that you’re finally his.

“please, do anything as you wish.” it was a hasty reply that tighnari lets out a sigh before he pulls you up and lets you sit in front of him. he looms over your body, preying eyes focusing on your thighs rubbing against each other. he bends a little, pulling you from your chin just to have you looking at his face but your eyes quickly move down between his legs.

“now, now, don’t be too greedy f/n,” he says before he lets you go and stands firm. “if you really want me to fuck you then you should do something more to deserve it.”

whining underneath his intense gaze, you were too intoxicated to complain so you quickly shifted down the edge of the bed and have him sit in front. clumsy hands had made their way on the locks of his belt, fingers swiftly pulling the leather from the pin before it even leaves a soft tug on the floor as you have successfully removed it.

tighnari continues to watch how adorable you are being so desperate like this. he lifts up a hand before he brushes on your hair after you make a quick tug on his pants, aimlessly tugging it down his hips before you can finally see the prominent bulge strained behind the thin cloth of his underwear.

“go on,” tighnari encourages you while you eye how big he looks beneath, mouth drooling at just the mere thought of how it’ll make you feel good later. “i’m waiting.”

nimble fingers make quick movements on the bands of his underwear, soon revealing his hard length that slapped against his stomach. you can hear him hiss at the sudden contact of your other hand, making quick pumps on his shaft before you used your thumb to rub circles on the tip. you want to hear more of tighnari, hear him moan, groan, say your name with such want. the heat had gotten the best of your head, all messed up from the insatiable desire to please both him and yourself.

and tighnari observes, relishing on how your hand clumsily works more on getting him off but—"don’t you think this is enough f/n?“

this triggered something inside you, the fear of disappointment, of failing, of not reaching the end that you want, alerting this side of you that tighnari easily prods with ease. looking up with soft eyes, you close your lips on the pinkish tip of his cock, smearing your lips with his precum. you can hear tighnari moan, smiling down at you, letting you know that you are doing good.

”yeah, just like that f/n. you sure know what to do,“ he coos, brushing your hair as he guides your head to have him slowly push past your lips, indicating to you what to do next.

after how you messily covered your lips with his pre, you used your hand to smother what you have gathered earlier from the tip and pump him with fervor, adjusting how tight and how fast you’d go based on how he groans and tugs at your hair. but it wasn’t enough for him, even if it feels good to have your hands do something so sinful like this. "didn’t i tell you tha—.”

before he finishes his sentence, your lips had pushed past the head before you have the whole tip inside your warm mouth, slowly pushing more and more that you can take. you can hear him groan out your name, blown-out eyes lovingly looking at you in satisfaction.

pleased with what reactions he’s giving but still wanting more, you used your tongue to lap around the length, feeling how some of the veins pop up from the sensation. tighnari groans, close to growling, and this spiked up the heat that you were feeling. you were so drunk from the haze that this had given you that it pushed more of your desires to please him more.

“f-fuck,” he curses, one you barely hear, and by god how much that turned you on more if that’s still impossible in the sorry state that you were in. more, you thought as you continued by sucking him in, close to having most of his dick fully inside your mouth.

“keep doing that and i might,” he stops as he lets go of a whine, feeling how you have finally had the tip reach the depths of your throat, your fingers digging on his thighs, your nose touching his abdomen.

you have finally earned it, you really are worth everything there is that he can offer and he will not let anything stop him from having you.

“fuck, come here.” tighnari pulls you away from his cock, grinning as he hears you whine. “hush now, i’m finally giving you what you want f/n,” he adds before you’re laid down on the bed.

a whisper was all you could let go as tighnari started to work on your clothes. he was quick to remove every piece of article on your body, relishing the sight of you naked, legs open and your cunt covered with the slick of your arousal. he can smell you, can feel you from the tips of his nerves, and he’s so fucking excited to finally have you all for himself.

“i want you.” that was the last thing you’d utter out of the pure emotions pouring out of your heart—not because of what your body screams or how your mind thinks but because this is what you want, feeling this close, so intimate with the person who you want to hear approval from, to hear his declaration of love. and you did, yes, you did hear him say those words before you were long consumed by the carnal desire that had been eating away at your thoughts.

tighnari knew that the aphrodisiacs would wear off soon but hearing you say that a tone different compared to the lust-induced and heavy whispers you’ve said confirms more of what he had known from the moment you stepped inside his house.

“i want you so badly too,” he declares before he shifts closer to give you a kiss. “you’ve always been on my mind.” the electricity when his lips met yours shocked you through the core, eyes tearing up but it barely makes sense when the kiss quickly turned heated, devouring your body whole with pleasure.

tighnari had removed his shirt and completely pulled off his pants in a haste, similarly reeling in the drunk daze you were feeling before he goes back in kissing you. his tongue had invaded your mouth, the fervor of how he moved against you while his hands are busy caressing your body, memorizing every curve, the pads of his fingers mindlessly tracing shapes—it was truly addicting.

“i need you ready to take me so stay still, won’t you?” tighnari whispers as two of his fingers travel down to your sopping pussy. you were beyond wet, hole gaping, waiting for him to just shove his whole cock inside. but he doesn’t want you hurt so he’s just going to spend his precious time preparing you.

it was torture but at the same time phenomenal when you finally feel his fingers sliding up and down your cunt, the tip of his thumb rubbing against your clit. you moan so heavenly against his ears, groaning when he feels your walls immediately clamping down on him as soon as he pushes his digits inside you.

“look at you,” he coos, listening to how you begged for more when he used his thumb to simultaneously rub on your throbbing clit. “getting close again?”

and you are, especially when tighnari leaves kisses on your neck, fastening his pace on your sopping pussy, thumb busy stroking on your sensitive nub. the tightness on your loins felt too much that you wrapped your arm around his body, helping you steady yourself as you finally came around his fingers.

he can feel you gushing so much slick, your body trembling below him. “are you ready to take me now, f/n?”

you mindlessly hummed in approval, a whimper following after as he removes his fingers inside you. tighnari grins, hooking his arms on your legs as he spreads you apart. you can feel the head of tighnari’s cock prod at your entrance, then he slides his whole length up and down your messy cunt, the head rubbing so gingerly on your clit.

“here’s your reward for being good to me, f/n.”

tighnari could almost feel his heart melt when he slowly pushes himself inside you, your walls squeezing him tightly.

the man on top of you can’t stop groaning as he slowly pushes back and forth, reeling in the sensation of finally being inside your tight pussy. and you keep sucking him in, already accustomed to his size at how aroused you were.

he was slow with his movements, each sensual stroke of his hips pushes himself further inside and it hits the right spots. your fingers digged on his skin, making him groan before he reaches out to the column of your neck, the ghost of his lips sliding up and down the sensitive skin before he take a bite down on your flesh.

you writhe with a scream, back arching closer to tighnari’s body as he pulled an orgasm out of you just because of one bite.

“hm? didn’t know you like being marked f/n.” he pulls away a little, lips close to your ears as he whispers “i know other ways to mark you mine, would you want that?”

before you could reply, he moves back and drags your body until he has your hips up and you’re face down the mattress. he stills for a moment, adjusting your hips before you could once more feel the tip of his cock moving up and down your clit. “be good and take all of it, okay?”

“hmm, okay.” as soon as his ears picked up your mindless mumble, tighnari pushes back in and continued with his ruthless pace. he has you seeing stars, feeling him go deeper than he was going earlier, his precise thrusts hitting all the right spots.

you can feel your essence drip down the middle of your thighs while it intensifies the filthy noise produced by your sexes as tighnari rams himself in and out of you. his fingers held your hips higher, pushing himself deeper until the tip of his cock pokes at your cervix.

he was too deep, your velvety walls engulfing him in warmth, he almost released his load but he wants to feel you come undone around him.

“do you want me to cum inside you f/n?” he asks, bending his body down. you were panting, lust clouding up your head that you’d moaned at his words.

“i do.”

“bet you’d look pretty all swollen up because of me.” hearing him say that sparked images running through your head, having his kits, getting knocked up by the man who you looked up to and had adored with your heart.

it wouldn’t be bad, right?

“hm~ yes. would look so pretty for you,” you said and it’s followed by your cries when tighnari pounds harder, his thrust never faltering to make you reach your peak.

“then t-take all of it, f/n.” tighnari follows suit, his dick twitching inside of you before you can feel him shoot his warm load deep inside you. you stilled, the warmth felt so good.

tighnari can hear the gentle hum from your body, alerting him of your post-state bliss. his hands are quick to wrap themselves around your hips, adjusting both your tired bodies so that you both lay on your sides. he was still seethed inside you, his cock far from softening but he hushes you for a while, rubbing circles on your skin.

“you’ve always been such an outstanding student of mine, f/n.” tighnari mumbled, lips placing gentle kisses on your neck, occasionally biting down the flesh leading up to him sucking down the skin. “breaks me a little whenever i see you lingering around those imbeciles who doesn’t know what’s good for you.”

as much as he wants to hear what you have to say about his sudden confession, he didn’t give you any time to reply as he pulled out and shifts his body to settle between your legs. he pumps his still-erect cock, your eyes feasting on how it glistens from both your cum.

“will you be mine? only mine?” he reaches down to give you kisses on your cheeks, your forehead, your lips while he rubs the tip on your awaiting hole. “i vow to give you what you deserve. so won’t you be good for me once more?”

helpless against the pleasure that tighnari easily does on you, he receives a nod.

“don’t worry about that paper. i’ll make sure you pass because you’re worth all these things i did f/n.”

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