Oh~ I Like This, I Dont See Enough Ongoing Chrollo Fic~ And This Captures His Personality Brilliantly

Oh~ I like this, I don’t see enough ongoing Chrollo fic~ and this captures his personality brilliantly in my opinion.

Burgeon - 2

>Yan! Chrollo x Fem! Reader (Soulmate au)

Warnings: Chrollo being as starved as a mediaeval man who has never seen ankles, manipulation (specifically Pavlov-ing), idioms with a little gore

Word count: 4.3k

Part 1

The midnight breeze is something that Chrollo has been appreciating more and more recently. It plays the role of a refresher, something that eases his mind and relaxes any agitation he may have been accumulating. If anything, it makes him more… 'tame' for you.

Had he not had the chance to let the wind blow through his hair, he would've snapped at you to head back inside even with the blanket you're currently wrapped up in. But for now, Chrollo figures that you've earned this, even if you had been sick just a few days ago.

Chrollo can feel the way you eye how he rests his body completely against the railing with no regard for his safety. He can even declare with confidence that you're imagining him accidentally falling off, despite his back being turned to you. It's the way he can feel you tense up when he leans against it further that gives it away.

Such an interesting person. You had told him just two days ago during your sickness that you wished for him to die, yet now you're worried about him falling. The mind is more honest during sickness and sleep, so both reactions and claims are correct. Which one are you more inclined to, he wonders.

When you finally decide to take the step that brings you to the terrace instead of keeping you on the noncommittal line between it and the bedroom, he finds himself still staring at the city below him. A thought suddenly popped into his mind as it has remained idle for the past few minutes.

Were you not in deep sleep when he left the bed?

You were so soundly asleep that Chrollo found it rude to even think while laying next to you, the possibility of you waking up because of his possibly troubled thoughts was something he did not want to come true. That is why he, insomnia at its peak, had left for the balcony. To seek the refreshing cool air of approaching autumn.

And to, of course, not wake you up by accident.

However it seemed it backfired, for you've carefully taken a few steps towards him but stopped because you started shivering. Ah, such a fragile little thing. Don't you know that vulnerability is a predator's favourite?

Chrollo allows you to watch him in silence. Even with his back being turned to you, he is perfectly capable of feeling your eyes on him, and right now they're staring at his back in hesitance and perturbation.

"Can't sleep?"

Your question has no purpose being voiced, for you're well aware of how little sleep he usually gets. He goes to bed with you but falls asleep after you and wakes up before you. Even if that wasn't Chrollo's normal sleep cycle, he would've changed it to be so because having the luxury of being able to watch over you during one of your most unguarded, most vulnerable and most tempting moments is something he would never pass up on.

"Are you worried?" He tilts his head to face you who are now right by his side albeit a few steps away. "My, how thoughtful of you."

"Please stop smiling like that. It's creepy."

He chuckles, mirth evident in the crinkles around his eyes. "Why don't you teach me how to smile in a not so creepy way? Yours is beautiful, effulgent even. I'm sure I can learn a few things from you."

Such bashfulness you show. With the way your jaw tenses and you avert your eyes, Chrollo almost loses the sensation of the cool breeze in favour of soaking in the adorable expression on your face.

When you give no response, he goes back to the scenery in front of him. Chrollo's body once again relaxes against the railing, and his mind travels over to how any regular citizen would be in deep sleep at this very moment. They would be resting, oblivious to the crimes taking place at this hour. That sort of obliviousness is something he finds intriguing.

Chrollo's body melts into the balcony railing, his face being held up by his hands. You, however, seem a bit horrified at the position.

"Hey! Um… be careful. You might fall."

The railing is by no means short, so your paranoia most likely stems from the fall to the ground. Well, you're concerned and about him no less. He's flattered.

"I'm being serious, you idiot. You're going to fall."

He smiles, eyes still fixed on the city, "An interesting proposition."

"Well then," you scoff, "if you do fall, it'll just do me a favour by killing you."

"I suppose you're right. Love and infatuation are both poisons in their own way."

"..."

"You don't like my philosophy?"

Grey eyes stare into yours awaiting an answer. The demeanour is almost puppy-like, cute even.

"You know, you're the antidote to this poison," he states. "A ludicrous fact, but a fact nonetheless."

"Chrollo, I swear if you are trying to be Mr. Darcy at this very moment, I am obliged to remind you that you sound as creepy as an old man giving candy to a little girl."

"And what's so wrong with giving candy to little children?"

"Exactly!"

You back away a few steps, intently watching if he does more than just turn around to look at you. The way his hair dances in the light breeze makes you pause for a moment before you regain your voice. "I hope you do fall, off the railing that is."

As you waddle inside with the blanket still wrapped tightly around your figure, Chrollo suppresses a smile. Perhaps this is why destiny had given you to him. When you're not sulking or rebelling against him on every breath he takes, you make for quite amusing company even if it is out of capitulation.

Chrollo ought to wait out here until you're asleep. That way, he'll be able to kiss you goodnight without any protests.

-

The device in Chrollo's hands taunts and ridicules him. Though switched off, merely looking at it is a daunting task, for he is well aware of what he will find. Carefully, Chrollo switches it on, smiling at the wallpaper of the street cat you had mentioned before he took you.

The gallery icon on your phone's home screen calls to him like a siren's song, but Chrollo practises self restraint and instead lets all the notifications pile up before putting the device on aeroplane mode. He had initially removed anything that could allow GPS tracking of the device but hadn't bothered to check if anyone was worried about you.

Well, you did make it on the news. He wouldn't be surprised if there was a search operation for you as well, but what does he know? He took you and left the city after a week. How they dealt with you supposedly going missing is their problem, not his.

Chrollo checks your social media accounts one by one, going through the chats and messages. One particular male's chat history is specially ticking him off, the absurd confidence he exudes for someone of such low calibre and his attempts at subtly flirting with you are almost pitiful.

Thankfully, you don't seem interested by how your responses are worded. Another point to himself. Not a single contact in your phone except for your parents is important. Speaking of parents, Chrollo wonders if he could have gotten along with them well.

Well, to get along with them would mean having to risk you running away since forming a relationship with them requires you to be free. Nevermind then. He'll remain as is.

Though your chat history with your mother wasn’t on the top, a message from her had caught his eye immediately. ‘I miss you,’ it read. It’s possible she sent it to your contact in order to seek closure. It doesn’t matter. You were destined for him and with him you shall be.

The sound of the bathroom door opening doesn't affect Chrollo's work. He continues in his pursuit, all the while eyeing you, hair wet and nape completely exposed, as you quietly go inside the bedroom. Amazing. You missed his presence on the sofa. How adorably oblivious.

Chrollo finally heeds and opens the gallery app on your phone, leg bouncing up and down in anticipation of what you may have there. In all honesty, the thought of raiding your phone hadn't crossed his mind before. He had originally kept it, although switched off, to keep an eye on who might be messaging you during your disappearance.

The chat you had with him is something he also went through. Chrollo found it to be a bittersweet reminder of how pitiful inexperience can make a man.

He scrolls down, immediately looking away when he finally finds pictures of you. The pictures are… too much for his taste. He's afraid that the smile you have in those pictures might cause a little 'problem' to rise or perhaps a blush, and he would rather not have you see him like that yet, especially if the pictures aren’t even anything scandalous.

Nevertheless, he scrolls down further, making a mental note to come back to those specific ones later when you're busy or asleep. More pictures of you appear, some with only you and some with your parents or friends. Chrollo scans over each and every single one, telling himself he will get back to those later and then questioning why he's continuing if he will return eventually.

Sifting through more photos, he finds a few that catch his immediate interest.

Baby photos. And… is that you as a toddler? How precious. Seems like your radiant smile has been a constant in your life. Ah, even as a child you were so full of life. Chrollo wonders what happened while growing up to create someone capable of murder, not that he can judge.

"What're you smiling like a creep for?"

A hand reaches to touch his lips, and he feels that they are in fact curled into a smile. So your smile is contagious even with photos? As expected of his soulmate.

"No really. You look creepy. Knock it off. Plus, having a phone in hand seems out of character for you."

Chrollo hums to himself, pleased that you don’t recognise the device in his palm. "You seem to be in a good mood. What might be the occasion?"

Having you initiate conversation with him all on your own is a sign that you don't feel any malice towards him for the time being. Emphasis on 'for the time being'.

Eyes follow the trail of a stray drop of water as it travels down your neck, over the curve of your collarbone and disappears into your shirt. It takes a lot of willpower for him to not comment on it because any sliver of bare skin is absolutely irresistible.

"None," you reply. "Unlike you, I'm not a pretentious prick all the time."

Pocketing the phone, he crosses his legs. However, Chrollo immediately changes his mind, the image of your infectious smile still fresh in his brain, and gets up. Your eyes carefully observe his movements, body language loud on how you're ready to slip inside the bedroom if he does anything you disapprove of.

Calloused hands reach for your face, and despite your initial hesitance, you allow him to do as he pleases. The memory of the action's previous occurrences may have resurfaced to have caused your sudden compliance. As his palms make contact with your cheeks, he notices a slight flinch from you but favours to ignore it.

"[Name]."

"Y-yeah?"

His thumbs brush your cheeks tenderly, and he notices you eyeing his tattoo. "Do you have any idea of how precious you are?"

"Do you have any idea of how annoying you are?"

He tuts. "Here I am trying to appreciate you and ask you for a date, but you keep insulting me. How rude."

"Date? I'm not up for listening to you talk smack about a dead poet again."

"By date, I mean date. I'm planning to take you somewhere, but I'm yet to decide where that is."

He can feel the eagerness in your actions when you grab his wrists, eyes wide with disbelief. Perhaps he shouldn't tell such a cruel lie, but it's all in good intentions.

"Really? You're not lying to me?"

Thumbs brush your lips and your hold on his wrists tightens.

"Again, I am planning. You’re yet to earn my favour, dear."

The seed has been planted, and now Chrollo must only await it to germinate. If he throws in the idea that he will allow you to leave and explore the city with him if you behave, it might create more happenings where you happily converse and interact with him.

"What do I do?"

Amazing. Eager already.

Chrollo stares at you for a moment. The first time he held your face in his hands, he had done it to convince you of his feelings, to show that he does care for you unlike what you had claimed. After that, he had done it to express his biases towards you wearing his clothes or something he picks, all the while complimenting you, a perfect recreation of a scene in one of your favourite novels.

Perhaps that had brought something into your mind because the next time he had repeated the action, you expectantly looked at him and being his soft spot, Chrollo yielded to your charms and ended up allowing you to watch the evening news like you requested.

Maybe… if he keeps this up, you might be more responsive and willing towards his affection. If he fulfils one desire each time he holds you this way, he might trick your brain into seeking out his touch even if it is for your own selfish gain.

"What you must do," he says, "is, for starters, stay still."

"What do you-"

He leans in, but even with his initial aim of your lips, suddenly goes to kiss your forehead. The affectionate gesture makes you freeze, and Chrollo smiles to himself while kissing each cheek as well.

He knows what you're thinking. If you want to see the city, feel the fresh air and finally get out of his presence for even a short while, you must let him do as he pleases. You're an open book to Chrollo but the opposite for the other way around.

With how easy you are to read, it's quite easy to rile you up. Nonetheless, if he keeps this up for longer, he may very well have you seek him out.

And there is nothing he covets right now more than for you to approach him yourself.

-

Chrollo sometimes wonders how you can sleep so carelessly next to him. There must be something fundamentally and deeply wrong with your brain to have fallen asleep like any other regular night even after witnessing a man being eaten alive by indoor fish, let alone in the same bed as the man who had admitted his crimes to you and also said that he does not regret any of them.

Will you continue to sleep so soundly after finding out about the troupe? Will you push him away? Go for the couch? Or will you remain unaffected?

He does harbour great curiosity about your upbringing and why you remain desensitised to such matters in the long run. An initial reaction to the act is perfectly normal and so is restlessness and a lack of peace of mind later, but you don’t seem to experience the latter other than the nightmares you had about the murder you committed. Ironically, even those had ceased after a few weeks.

While taking your Nen ability, he had come across a kind of darkness in your soul that had originally come from your mind. Did you witness violence while growing up? It was the kind of apathetic that a killer would usually nurture, but you seem to have empathy for everyone as well. It could be subjective. That would explain why you had chosen to claim that the man you killed was guilty of your late friend’s death when you had awoken from a nightmare you had after he took you in.

What’s worse is that the more time he spends with you, the less he has to think about his reactions. The most recent example is when the other day you had come to the balcony after him at night. Chuckling and smiling had come to him without a second thought when he jokingly asked you to teach him how to smile. It’s peculiar because he usually has to think over what reaction he should have in a scenario before displaying it.

Perhaps that is simply what it means to be with your soulmate. Chrollo is well aware that most of his expressions are fake and shallow but his sentiments are not. He was right in the beginning. You may just hold the key to him understanding himself better.

A groan and you stir in your sleep, eliciting Chrollo’s attention to your sleeping form once more. It did feel rather odd to share a bed with you at first, but he quickly grew accustomed. Another one of your many mysteries is why you didn’t bother refusing him when you started waking up to see him next to you in bed. It slowly developed into going under the covers together, another development you didn’t comment on, but you never allowed him to hold you at this time.

It could be that you don’t trust him, but despite all the crimes he has committed, he would never disrespect you in such a way. Consent is important to Chrollo, but he doesn’t bother with whether it is given wholeheartedly or under pressure.

As his finger lightly traces your collarbones, he adjusts his position and sits up. He could condition your mind into experiencing positive emotions after him touching you. It would be the same as how he has held your face in his hands and said something to make you happy. That way, you would associate the feeling of his skin to an influx of dopamine and actively seek out the addictive rush of hormones, consequently seeking him out.

A simple task in theory, but not near such in practice. You’re smart and you may catch on, especially when he considers that in highschool, an institution you have attended, students are made familiar with the scientist whose work he’s trying to recreate. Well, it’s not a hindrance. Challenges are fun, even more so when you are involved.

-

An idea that Chrollo had while waking you up in the morning is repeatedly nagging him mentally. It’s simple and easy to execute, but that isn’t what’s holding him back. How you may react is the problem.

During your fever, you were extremely explicit and straightforward in expressing your displeasure and animosity towards him. It had taken a few days even after your recovery to completely calm down, or at least to the extent that he could breathe without you having to complain about it.

Thinking about it now… you were kind of feisty during that period. Hm. Maybe even more… ‘desirable’.

No. Chrollo, you’re getting sidetracked.

There will be plenty of time to ponder over ways to tame you when you’re being rebellious and how to thoroughly enjoy it. For now, focus. How can you be riled up to the degree of spouting profanities but without any extreme anger? Would insulting your taste in books do it? No, you would probably bite back by calling him pretentious and be done with it.

Think.

What is one thing he can use to distress you and then subsequently use to de-escalate and soothe you? Your parents? Your friends? Who more do you have a close relationship with?

Ah…

That’s right.

“[Name]?”

You merely grace him with a questioning hum, face buried in the book he finished reading last night. Seriously. When will you get over trying to make fun of his tastes?

Chrollo rests his cheek on his fist, legs crossed on the sofa. You’ve hoarded the single seater one in hope that he wouldn’t seat himself next to you. How petty.

“Can you pause your reading? I have something I’d like to ask you”

“Done scheming?” You peek over the edge of the book before closing it and setting it aside. “Fine. Let’s hear what diabolical plan you’ve cooked this time.”

Chrollo raises a brow. “Diabolical plan? That’s a hefty accusation.”

“I’m not wrong though.”

“I suppose. Well, I was actually thinking over whether or not I should ask you this, but I settled on doing it. The conversation might just make our relationship less rocky.”

The explanation seems to have succeeded in capturing your attention, so Chrollo continues.

“Do you recall when you said that you wouldn’t be opposed to being with me? I was just wondering where that enthusiasm went. Do you not like me anymore?”

You narrow your eyes at him accusingly. “Why ask me now?”

“It’s been weighing on my mind for quite some time now. I suppose I just couldn’t help myself at the moment.”

“Well,” you drawl, “I didn’t realise back then that you were hiding so much from me. That too, important information. Had I known that you’re a criminal, I would’ve gone the other way.”

“Criminal? Darling, you’ve also killed a man.”

Suddenly, all your confidence is gone and you start sputtering out your words. “T-that was self-defence. Plus, he was the reason why she died. I-if it wasn’t for him-”

“Initially, you excused your crime by calling it self-defence, but now you claim it to be some sort of score settle since he led to your friend’s death? All I see here are excuses to escape the guilt, but we’re getting off topic. You are no better than I am, so why did your standing change?”

Chrollo’s argument seems to have dumbfounded you because all you do is stare at him with wide eyes. The curve of your nose, the tremble of your lower lip, the lashes framing those beautiful glossy eyes and the accentuation of your collarbone when you lean forward. During the time your brain wracked for a response, he did a once over of all those features, feeling particularly strong about how your eyebrows frame your overall expression.

As fulgent as you are, even during your lowest moments Chrollo will have to fight the urge to ruin whatever radiance may remain underneath your skin. Perhaps that is why he finds himself pitiful and mad when it comes to you. Just what is it about you that makes him claw your name off of his skin? What is the matter with those eyes that peer into his being, ripping off skin and flesh and settling between his bones, that makes him want to simply tattoo over his name on your back so that the entire world can see it?

Destiny is an awful thing, but Chrollo is equally as awful.

“Even if you reject me,” he says, slowly moving towards you, “you would never escape. Fate has handed you to me on a silver platter, and I would have to be dead to let you go.”

Chrollo has been proven wrong. You are in no way the key to understanding himself better. Instead, you are the means. If the changes you have brought to him in the short amount of time you have been with him are so significant, then it must only mean that he’s done something right. The fact that his heart beats faster in your close proximity rather than only during heists is just one of the many proofs.

“This isn’t how soulmates should be.”

“It isn’t? Enlighten me then,” he challenges. With both his hands on either armrest, he cages you to the seat, leaning in just a few inches away from your unnerved expression. “You are supposed to love me and I am supposed to love you. Simple enough.”

“No… this love… isn’t right.”

You’re cracking. Wonderful. This agitated look is simply enchanting with your intoxicating features. If he wasn’t aiming to recreate another gesture from one of your romance novels, he would have certainly taken advantage of your almost petrified state.

“Why not? Soulmates are supposed to live for the other person. What’s so wrong about staying with each other?”

Perhaps any sort of conviction you had has melted away, for all you’re doing is continuing to stare at him attentively. Is he too close? That would explain how guarded your body language is, but the way he’s leaning into you is supposed to fluster you. Hm, the conversation topic might have not been a good match. Oh well.

Chrollo retreats and decides that it’s time to put his theory to the test. Maybe he did get carried away and induce fear instead of anger but either two are negative emotions so it really shouldn’t matter. As he crouches down in front of you, he notices how you tense up. Gently, he holds your face in his hands again and waits for every fraction of a second for a reaction.

When you subconsciously relax under his touch, Chrollo is forced to suppress a grin.

“You’re safe with me, [Name]. No harm will ever come to you.”

The rollercoaster of emotions you just experienced must have given you whiplash because even now you don’t respond. However, Chrollo can feel how you physically relax. When he brushes his thumbs against your cheeks, you almost melt into his hands, but judging from your expression, you must be confused about the sudden security and contentment you feel.

Fate really must have a personal grudge with you for tying you to a man like Chrollo. To him, you’re a knife lodged inside his chest, but despite how much he may bleed, he will twist it further inside until it absolutely demolishes his heart. And even then, he will smile.

Friendship at it’s peak lmao~ If your friends don’t wanna have fun at ur expense are they really your friends???

These guys are so cruel to each other 🤣

Source: Mamoru’s Our Pre-Nuptial Nightmare Epilogue

First off the name had me rolling, second I love this. This man Suguru is fucking too much for me lmao you had him reschedule a date with another girl while taking this girl to heaven AND having her schedule another “appointment” I love it all

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑! | suguru getō.

SUMMARY: you’ve never loved going to a chiropractor more. at least you gave getō an extra tip! but he gave you his tip too.

CONTENT: wk — 4k! fem! reader, pwp, chiropractor! getō, degradation, praising, dumbification, cunnilingus, breath play, pussy spanks, almost caught, full nelson, cumshot(s), manhandling, humiliation, semi-public sex + (pet names: doll, sweetheart, precious) — not yet proofread

NOTE: help this whole concept started as a lil joke but i just ran with it n kept writin. njoyyy lmao !

SONG INSPO.

“Hmph. It seems you’re really tense right here,” Geto hums, and your neck’s slightly lolled to the right. His firm rough hands massaging your neck felt so good. It was cold in his office — only the sounds of some ambient soothing music playing in the background. He was right in a way, your limbs have been killing you for quite some time. As stubborn as you were though, you kept putting it off, figuring it was nothing. Until you woke up one day, feeling like your back was literally broken. He’s palpating his calloused fingertips all around your sides of your neck, and you dig your nails into the cushioned bed you sat on. “Good. Just relax for me. Good.” Maybe it was your pervy empty brain that kept imagining things, but whenever Geto would praise how good you were doing, it’s almost like his voice would get huskier and huskier by the second.

“This might sting.” Geto chuckles, and he lays you flat on your stomach. You try your best to prepare yourself, sinking your teeth into your arm before he re-positions himself near the side of you. He stands directly in front of you, and of course your eyes stare straight at his bulge, then afterwards glancing away. Though, only right before you feel him plant his hands on your shoulders and near your chin. Geto swiftly twists your limb back and place, with a cringey snap.

That’s when you moaned. Not like a little soft whimper or anything, but a full shrilling blown eye rolling orgasmic moan. “Oh my god,” You’d gasp, feeling a weight release off your shoulders. Then glance up to see the chiseled chiropractor stare at you with a mere teasingly furrowed eyebrow expression. “Sorry… it’s uh.. my first time.”

“Ah, don’t worry Y/N, I can tell,” Geto replies cheekily, and his tone is almost flirtatious, massaging your clavicle now with his hands firmly and it takes everything in you to not embarrass yourself again. That’s… clearly not what you meant by that. His hands slid down your spine, grasping near your waist as you sharply inhale. “You’re really stiff everywhere aren’t you? Poor thing. Don’t worry. I’ll take real good care of you.”

Within about twenty minutes of Geto's extraordinary skills with his hands, it was like your body felt like an entire different person. Regardless, he was always gentle with you and tried to continue to steer your mind away from the pain you felt. Your limbs felt a lot more less tense and rigid, and he found it somewhat adorable seeing how every time he‘d pop one of your muscles back in place, your eyes would reach way deep into the clutter of your brain. He didn't think you were overreacting of the sort, Geto knows he's very skilled at what he does. Besides, this sort of thing is supposed to feel good. Maybe even somewhat….. pleasurable?

“Still feel any pain or discomfort?” Geto subdued, having you lay directly on your back now.

You sat up straight, abruptly though, staring at your handsome chiropractor. He had long obsidian rich hair that was lazily thrown into a ponytail but still looked good. Geto was tall, broad, and well built with such a natural stoic smug like expression embedded on his face. Perhaps you were staring a bit too long though, because he playfully pokes you, making you flinch to look up at him. “Oh.. um.. huh?”

Geto tuts his head, gazing down at you and just a simple stare of his makes your tummy twist and turn in knots — tangling like some sort of kiddie slinky toy. “I said,” he repeats, lips perfectly curving and indenting with each word. “Do you feel anything remotely bad? Pain of the sort? Usually it‘s quite normal to feel a bit tingly after chiropractics.”

You blink twice, submissively shaking your head.

“No,” but then you wince, sitting up a bit before swallowing while glancing up at him. "Well actually now that you mention it... yeah. I do feel quite sore.”

“Show me.” Geto hums, raising his head and holds out his hand for you.

“Okay.” You breathed, and willingly takes his hand. Geto stares as you lift up your shirt halfway, and doesn't really think anything of it at all. Your skin is warm and burned up — alas you have his hand exploring lower and lower before the tips of his fingers brush against the spandex of the black leggings you wore.

Geto raised a brow. “Your abdomen?”

“No,” you’d frown, making his hand reach down further. Geto‘s eyes quickly stares down between your legs once you make his hand rub against your pretty laced panties. “H-Here.”

Geto stoically deadpans at you, before combing a hand through his hair. “Tch. Naughty girl. If you're having pains there, there’s nothing really I can do about that, I’m afraid,” and then he’s got a warm smile, playfully poking your thigh. “That’s far out of my department.”

You stare up at him, feeling your face simultaneously reach to a hot boiling point once he said those words to you. Naughty girl. You weren’t doing it on purpose, you did feel somewhat sore down there. Or maybe you were just incredibly horny. It's been a while since you’d actually gotten... satisfied down there anyway. You hardly never have time anymore to please yourself. But of course, leave it to your pussy to act for you instead of your brain 90% of the time.“But… I think you can though," you shrugged with a pout, and softly yanking on his hand. Geto lets you, but watches with a curious gawk. “I think I enjoyed our session a little too much... Sir,” and you let out a soft shaky breath, feeling Geto surprisingly squeeze your cunt with his hand curiously to feel the practical niagara falls disaster you had dripping down there. It was astounding. “I'm.… wet.”

“You definitely are,” he says, and it’s as if he’s merely shocked. After he checks in with you again, you give him an impatient consensual nod for him to “inspect” your pains, even though this was surely not his job much less his expertise. Then again, in some aspect that you look at it, he is helping you, right? “Drenching wet. Sopping wet pussy,” he lowly mutters, and you whimper from feeling him drag a thumb down your sensitive neglected slit. “Don't think I’ve ever had a patient get aroused from me popping their limbs back in their socket, sweetheart.”

A slim finger of impatience pricks through your tummy, and your lips curl from feeling Geto slip his middle finger inside. He's quite really dazed, mesmerized by how wet your cunt was and how your walls clenched around his lengthy digit. Geto stares up at you with glimmering focused eyes.

“You look like you want me to eat you out,” he points out, sliding yet another finger inside — his ring finger. Your walls spasmed energetically, eyes flicking down at him hesitantly. “That's want you want, huh?”

You give him another nod, but Geto mocks your sweet little pout on his lips. “Aw, I’m gonna need to hear words from that cute mouth.”

“P—Please.” you'd cutely whimper out, getting a grip on his long luxuriant healthy strands of hair. Your eyes are wandering everywhere, before you glance down at Geto’s professional well suited attire — eyes spotting his name tag briefly that read his name out and what current position he was in the chiropractor field. “Please eat me out... um.. S-Suguru, Geto...?”

He hums at your honeyed pronunciation of his name, before he doesn‘t waste any time to slightly move your legs apart, giving your cunt one long stripe lick. Your chest gingerly heaves in and out, and you’re continuously combing your hand through his hair, hands admiring how healthy and silk it was between your finger tips. Geto slides his finger out with such a lewd pop! noise. Your pussy’s just so incredibly soaked and wet just for him. All for him. It forms somewhat of a smile on his sheen natural pink lips. You’re cutely writhing and thrashing your hips against his mouth from his tongue within seconds — not having an idea he'd be such a sloppy eater. Like no manners at all when it came to pussy, completely filthy. And you‘d be lying if you said that didn‘t turn you on just a little bit.

“Talk to me, pretty girl.” Geto mutters between slurps in a low smooth voice. He wasn’t the ideal type of man to just casually flick the tongue against your pussy. Geto went nose deep inside your cunt, devouring you whole as if your twitching sex was some rare buffet desert he's never got to taste himself. He's pursing his lips together to suck everything out of your folds, almost as if he was a vampire of the sort. Geto’s eyes flutter as you feel the tip of his nose occasionally brush up against your slippery heat. “Tell me how my tongue's making you feel, yeah?”

You whimper loudly, gnawing on your lip from the immense stimulation that's all because of your chiropractor’s devilish tongue.

“R-Really good.” you’d sob out, and it gets your cunt twitching immediately once he shows how sloppy he really is, spitting all over your clit only just to lick it up and stare back up at you with a smug grin. You stared to wonder. Did he even eat anything today? Was he waiting this entire time to dive straight into pussy? He’s eating you out like your sex was the last edible thing alive. You whine out, pulling his head up to look at you. Geto looks so sexy, already pussy drunk within a few minutes of being face first into your folds. “Can I…” and you pause briefly, breath heavy, “Can I pull on your hair… Suguru..?”

“Be as rough as you want with me, doll,” He shoots you a sly smile, getting each and every crevice and area of your cunt soaked. Geto slowly peels off your half worn panties with his teeth, moaning from doing so — and bawled them up into his hand. “Forgive my manners,” he cooingly slurps, jaw starting to hurt and tense but couldn't care.

Suguru Geto was most definitely pussy starved.

Yet you were feeding him. How nice of you. Geto watches as you’re holding onto your last breath, feeling yourself about to cum all on his tongue, and he chuckles. “So tasty—mmph. Maybe you should just—pay me with your pussy instead.”

You came hard, and quite loud to where it sort of echoed throughout the big spacey office room. Your small voice is straining in its entirety, before you furrow your eyebrows and let out a long drawn out whine from feeling Geto flip you over to get on your knees and eat you from the back.

“O-Okay Suguru... Suguru... fucking... Suguru.. ‘m sensitive…” You'd let out a choked sob, babbling his name repeatedly as he lays his tongue flat upwards on your puffed overstimulated cunt. You’re trying to cutely pry his head off, and he’s laughing — warm minty breath panning against your pussy. Even though you’re bucking your hips against his face while trying to crawl away from his insanely good tongue.

Geto sits back, chin shiny and glistening with your slick before he catches his breath, licking his lips before patting your pussy. “Aw. Is your pussy still in pain?” And you give him a nod, heart and cunt both synchronizing together with rapid beats. Geto sits up, and gives you such a fake warm grin. How could he look all innocent after devouring your cunt? “Don’t worry. I’m teasing, I’ve had my fill,” and Geto runs a hand down his uniform. “Though I think my cock’s in pain too. Mind being a doll and helping me?”

“Yeah.” You’d immediately say, and it was embarrassing. You responded right away, and your voice sounds so whiney. It’s pathetic. As if you were some cock hungry whore — which you probably were, considering.

With eager heart-filled eyes, you watch Geto unbuckle his belt tucked alongside his pants, and you couldn’t stop staring at his hands. They were a tad bit veiny and slender, long fingers that you wished could stuff inside your pussy just a little longer. But, you were about to get his dick in replace of that, so you couldn’t complain. It was a win win.

“Lie back, precious,” Geto gruffs lowly, and you do, scooting your rear further on the cheaply made hospital bed. He’s got silver rings all over his fingers, and you moan feeling the cold material press against your skin as he holds onto your thigh — pulling his hefty cock out to align with your folds. “Lemme know if it hurts, alright? I don‘t wanna—”

“Please just fuck me… hard, Suguru.” You’d fretfully mumble, and you start to grab onto his length but he slaps your hand away gently.

Geto’s eyebrows curl together and he scoffs. “You’re one impatient little thing, aren’t you?” He grunts, and he gets the memo well because he’s satisfied with his alignment before his cock’s slowly sinking inside of your drenched cunt. You whine, and he’s trying to be slow and careful since Geto’s obviously quite the packer. You almost drooled, watching him whip his cock out. “Someone oughta teach you some manners, Y/N. But fine, if you wanna be fucked hard, I’d more than be happy to oblige.”

Your lips softly open, staring down and feeling the cute little stretch Geto was making. Your pussy swallowed and accepted him with ease. He grunts lowly, and it’s a sexy deep sigh once he realize how slicking wet your pussy really is. It’s got an ultimate good grip on him — and he pulls your flimsy shaky leg to go over his shoulder. “Let’s see how good your form really is, huh pretty girl?”

“Please..” You’d whine, and within a few minutes, Geto’s ruthless, manhandling your cute body all around the room like a rag doll. You put Annabelle to pure shame with the way he handled your body, tossing you all around — but you let him. Geto’s equipment is all on the floor along with the joining of papers scattered everywhere, but he didn’t care. He’s probably let you clean it up for him later. He’s a filthy man, but can’t stand to have his office dirty.

Your mouth opens, and you’re so loud all due to his fat cock jackhammering repeatedly inside your wet folds. Geto‘s got you in the iconic full nelson, showing off his ultimate true strength of how much bigger he really is than you, and it makes your cunt twitch with each absolutely dirty thrusts. He’s propping both of your legs up, fingers imprinting deep into the fat of your thighs and your tongue starts to loll out. He’s driving his cock in and out of your needy greedy pussy, and you don’t even realize how much noise you’re making. There’s drool pouring down the side of your mouth, as you’re engulfing in his rich loud cologne scent.

“Nasty girl,” he grunts, and he brings a big hand to your face to gather up all of your spit. It’s coating his fingers, and you’re just so in love with the way his hips sexily bucks and tilts against your pussy. Geto’s ears twitch once he hears a faint knock on the door, and he feels your cunt twitch around him from the impact. “Quiet.” He whispers, still fully penetrating deep inside your cunt.

“Mr. Suguru!” A girl called out from the outside of the door. She sounded somewhat older than you, and you assumed she was another fellow doctor doctor. “Is everything alright in there? Usually appointments don’t take this long! Did you give Y/N her X-Rays?”

Geto grins behind your head and your trying so hard to be quiet. You were just about to let out a huge orgasmic whine but with quick instincts, Geto grabs the bawled up panties he “stole” from you earlier and shoves them in your mouth. Your whines are quieter and muffled now and his cock is still unrelentingly fucking you so stupidly deep and raw, head going slumped against him.

“Yeah, she’s just fine. I just lost track of time,” and he groans — your pussy’s taking him hostage from the way it’s clenching and gripping around him. Thankfully his co-worker wasn’t too close to hear the both of the lewd raunchy skin slapping or the both of you would be in some really deep shit. Geto snakes a hand to your throat, gently applying pressure and your eyes get half lidded with pupils completely dilated. “Y/N’s posture isn’t really that good as it should be,” and he’s panting sexily between heavy breaths against your ear. “And I’m just helping her with some extra drastic measures, that’s all.”

Either the woman’s stupid or extremely stupid, because all she replies with is a cheerful, “Oh okay! And are we still up for date night?”

You furrowed your eyebrows, staring up at your chiropractor as if you were repeating what she just said and he chuckles with a suave shrug.

“I’ll have to cancel, I’m sorry. Looks like this appointments gonna be a while.” Geto replies, and you loudly whimper — feeling him present your pretty pussy with a few light spanks to hear more of your sweet honeyed noises. “How’s next week sound?”

“Okay,” The doctor replies foolishly, and you’re wondering how she couldn’t hear the extremely loud racket, regardless of your panties stuffed down your throat. “Have a good night, Sir!”

“You too,” he huskily replies, grunting from your cunt’s sloppy squelching noises. It drove him to absolute insanity. “I know I will.” — And Geto mutters the last bit against your earlobe, before darkly chuckling next to you.

Once the coast is finally clear, and she’s definitely gone, Geto takes your panties out of your mouth and you loudly whine, feeling that same coil in your tummy about to snap and twist.

“You have a g—girlfriend?” You managed to finally speak, eyes nearly rolling back from his erratic hypnotizing thrusts. To say his cock put you into a trance was merely an understatement.

“Her? No, no. I only offered to show her around the city as friends since she’s new and it’s the least I could do,” and Geto pauses, a sly smile curving on his face while changing positions to fuck you missionary style now. You look so pretty, sprawled out on the bed for him with your cute buttoned up shirt halfway on. “Why are you so curious? Jealous, huh? I just met you, silly girl.”

Heat spreads underneath your skin, and a pout pressed and tugs onto your lips as you bit onto your finger from him ramming his lengthy shaft deep inside your cunt again. “Huh? No, I don’t care,” you muttered, mind completely fried and empty. Did you sound jealous? What if you were? You started to wonder who the hell that woman was. Geto’s dick alone made you start to think how it would be all the time, coming to appointments and he’s doing this instead of his job — fucking the absolute shit out of you. “I was just… c-curious.”

“Uh huh,” Geto smugly grins, and you start to whimper from feeling yourself chase your incoming orgasm. “You sure about that, sweetheart?”

His voice is low and raspy, and you roll your eyes at him — feeling Geto softly wraps his fingers around your throat. You stare up at him with lust driven eyes, and you were so cock drunk. The way his dick transmitted you into a whole other reality was mind boggling. “Cum…” You’d whine, feeling his fingers apply a soft amount of pressure, a gentle squeeze that made your cunt twitch. “I’m gonna cum S—Suguru..”

“That’s cute,” he mocks your pout, leaning into swipe his thumb against the tears that were just about rolling down your plump cheeks. “Are you telling me or are you asking, Y/N?”

“Suguru—” You’d whimper, furrowing your eyebrows together. It’s a long whine that rips out your throat, and you’re tongue nearly starts to loll out again. Every time you murmur his name in that dirty sweetly honeyed tone gets him more hard each second immensely.

Geto clicks his tongue and tuts in disapproval, thrashing and smacking his hips roughly against you that makes your entire inside of your cranium seize to function. “No, Y/N,” and his voice is so condescending — as if he was dumbing you down with each word he spoke. He grins at your sweet pitiful expressions. Use those big girl words if you wanna fucking cum your brains out. You’re not that stupid to not comprehend a little command from your doctor, right?”

“I—” you’d moan incredulously arching your back. If your posture wasn’t good, it definitely was now.

“Go on, precious, you can do it.” Geto simpers, sliding his hands down your waist now. Your body shivered and quavered from his touch as you’re just about to orgasm. He’s praising you, yes, but even his natural praises sound like straight derogatory words that always kiss against your cunt the right way — embedding into your brain.

You crack a little smile, and it’s out of nowhere. Geto stares at you, so fucked dumb on his dick that your expressions get the best of you. “Can I cum p—please,” you’d gasp, yanking onto his shirt and snatching his name tag off, rubbing it all over your body with a little cheeky grin. “Let me cum Mr. Suguru.”

He scoffs, you clearly imitating his co-worker from earlier especially with how you tried to match her high pitched tone, and he reaches a hand to grope your breasts, fingers getting handsy with your perky hardened nipples — you whine, the small amount of brat within you packing their things and leaving you. What a pussy.

“You can cum now, sweetheart.” Geto groans, and you instinctively shove him chose into you, walls spasming before you finally came while bringing him into a needy horny kiss. He’s taken a back by how cute you were, legs tightly wrapping around him exquisitely — hugging him like a bear.

The kiss is sloppy, he grunts from tasting the strawberry saccharinely flavored lip gloss you wore, smothering his lips with it. While your tongue and salsa and tangled against Geto’s frantically, you could slightly taste yourself too, and his long hair bluntly brushed against your skin. His cock twitches inside you and he’s close too. He pulls away, and his thrusts becomes a lot messier now — incredibly sloppy as he’s hitting every spot, a good nice grip on your waist as he’s huffing lowly with long black strands covering his face.

“Inside.” You whined, tugging on his shirt.

Geto rolls his eyes at you, hips ultimately jerking against you before he sexily bites his lip from the way he’s reaching deep inside your pussy. “No, little girl,” and he’s near at his limit to shoot blanks, watching the little cock drunken pout form on your face, and right before he ejaculates, he pulls out — spraying your pussy with his cum, and his orgasm is so sexy, you yourself start to moan from it. “Maybe on your next appointment.”

“Fuck,” you’d softly mutter, completely drained. Geto’s still grunting, holding his now flaccid cock as cum’s still pouring out. He watches it coat the outside of your pussy, and Geto can’t help but think how it’d feel to stuff your insides completely with his warm sticky seed. “C—Can I book an appointment for tomorrow then?”

Geto deadpans at you, fixing his roughed up attire while lowly sighing. “No. Next week at the least,” and then he hands you back your panties with a sly grin. “Greedy girl. Now I can’t wait until your next check up.”

You roll your neck and let off a dramatic whine, a frown forming on your lips and he watches you sit up before pinning him back on the bed. Geto looks at you challenging eyes, obsidian strands of hair sticking to his forehead. “Well, I think a little last minute inspection wouldn’t hurt. My pus— er, neck is still pretty sore, Suguru.”

Geto stares at you with a slight smile forming on his face as you’re straddling him with pleading eyes with low hooded eyes.

It’s safe to say that from now on, your back was more straight than ever and you always looked forward to future appointments with your filthy hot chiropractor, Suguru Getō.

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.

Feitan supremacy~ Feitan supremacy~ I love this man so much, and I like how instead of going down the whole he kidnaps the girl route, don’t get me wrong I like those too, she turns the tables on him it’s fun

I feel like this gif is his attitude around her after they get together cuz he gonna be hella teased after this

I LOVE the way u write for Feitan soooooo much!!! Would u ever consider writing something separate to soft spot for him?? I feel like you could write the sweetest (dirtiest) short stories for him.. or even some headcanons? ♡ I love all of ur writing!! Good job dude ♡♡♡

Thank you for your kind words. I'm really glad you like my fics with Fei 🥺. I hope you like this one as well. I'm planning on writing more fics with him after I'm caught up with all the requests 🤍✨.

I'm currently working on a Draken fic and a second part of the 'let's be friends' fic with Killua. I'm writing very slowly because I'm working until the summer and I don't have a lot of free time. I'm sorry guys :(

WARNINGS: smut

Word count: 1995

“Fuck, that auction was more work than expected”, Phinks rubbed the space between his brows, “Can’t wait to get a drink. What about you, Fei?”. “I don’t drink”, Feitan coldly replied. “Come on, little Fei”, Phinks smirked, “One drink”. “No”. “Hm”, a quiet chuckle left Chrollo’s throat. “Always so uptight”. “See? Even boss thinks so”, Phinks eagerly waved his hand in the air. “Tsk, are they blind here? I want to order something”. 

“Sorry sir”, you humbly bowed your head, “I’m afraid it’s a busy night. What can I get you guys?”. 

Your voice… So soft, so innocent… 

“Whiskey sour”, the blonde replied. “Scotch”, the other replied. “What about you?”, you kindly smiled at the dark-haired figure. 

“Water”. 

“Ignore that. He’ll have the same as me”, the blonde replied. “Water it is”, you playfully smiled before turning around. 

“What a pretty little thing”, Phinks’ eyes glided down your back as you walked towards the bar. “Should we take her?”, Chrollo’s eyes lit up. “I’m sure she’d make a cute toy”. 

Normally,Feitan would happily agree. He’d always liked the sound of cute little whimpers, but not today. He didn’t want you to be scared.

“What do you think, Fei?”. “I don’t think she’s pretty enough”. “What?!”, the blonde raised his voice. “She’s one of the prettiest girls we’ve ever met, right boss?”. “She’s got my attention, to say the least”, Chrollo studied your movements. “We’ll take her after her shift’s over”. 

No. He didn’t want them to take you. 

“Shouldn’t we focus on the mission?”. “What’s wrong, little Fei?”. “He doesn’t want to share”, Chrollo smirked. “Tsk, too bad. I want her”, the blonde turned his head to catch you leaning over the bar. You were obviously trying to grab something but failed to do so. “Imagine standing behind that perfect ass”. “Imagine waking up with your guts hanging out your stomach”, Feitan’s eyes lit up. “No fighting”, Chrollo sternly replied. “Let’s forget about her. Feitan’s right, let’s talk business”. “Nice, little Fei. You ruined the evening for everyone”. 

“Ruined?”, you smiled as you placed down the drinks. It was obvious they didn’t notice you at first. “He sure made mine”. “Huh?”, Feitan tilted his head to look at you. “Such a pretty face”, you placed his water in front of him, “It’s not often someone as handsome walks in this bar”. 

“Thanks”, a short reply. “Auch”, you softly giggled, “Anyway, enjoy your evening boys”. 

“What the hell, Fei?!”, Phinks gritted his teeth as you once again walked away. “She flirted with you, and you replied with ‘thanks’?”. “Tsk, what the hell was I supposed to say?”. “Want to play some pool?”, Chrollo hastily intervened, “The loser gets sent on a mission with Hisoka”.  “I’m going to the hotel. Tired”, Feitan sighed. “You sure? We don’t get many nights off”, a lingering smile on Chrollo’s face. “I’m sure boss. Goodnight”. “Okay Fei, see you tomorrow”. “Goodnight, idiot”, the blonde replied before walking to the pool table. 

His heart ached at the thought that he never see you again. He hated this feeling. 

“Leaving?”. “Huh?”, Feitan slowly turned his head. “Leaving?”, you repeated yourself as you closed your jacket. “Yeah, I’m tired”, Feitan ignored the taxi that was waiting for him. “Me too. Work’s stressing me out lately”, a serious expression on your face. “Hm”, another cold reply. 

“I’m starving. Want to grab some food?”. 

Why were you asking a stranger to ‘grab some food’? It annoyed him how careless you were. 

“Just be honest and tell me what you really want”, Feitan's eyes met yours. They seemed so cold and distant, but there was a slight smirk on his face.  “H-huh? I-I don’t know what you’re talking about”, you hastily turned your head to the ground, cheeks red with shame. “Normally boss gets all the girls”, he looked to the sky, “About time I had some fun”. “H-huh?”, you froze as you felt his hand around your wrist, pulling you towards the car. “W-wait-“. “Don’t back down now. You seemed so eager a minute ago”. 

“Where are you taking me?”, you pulled away, studying the car in front of you. “My room”. “Where? I’m not getting into a car with a stranger without knowing where you’re taking me”. “Waste of time. We both know you’re coming”. 

He watched as you grabbed your phone from your bag. You were so cute with your fake ‘stern’ expression and cherry-red cheeks. 

“What are you doing?”, he clenched his jaw. “I’m sharing my location with a friend”, you frowned, "If you end up murdering me-". “Don’t worry, I’m not planning to”, he interrupted you with a smirk. “Now get in. It’s cold”. 

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“What’s your name?”, you asked as he opened the door to his room. It was a luxurious hotel, something regular people couldn’t afford. “Does it matter?”, he raised a brow. 

He knew you enjoyed this. The thrill, his arrogance… 

“It does”, you watched as he entered his room. “Just get inside”, he walked towards the bed. “Fine, I’m Y/N-“. “Don’t care”. 

“You’re lucky you look so handsome in your suit”, you closed the door behind you. 

“I’m lucky?”.

“W-what?”, you froze as you felt his hot breath against your ear. He was sitting on the bed a second ago… How could he be so fast? “I’d say you’re the lucky one. I’m very picky when I pick a new toy”, his hand traveled to your waist. “Toy?”, you loudly swallowed as you tried to control your breathing. You didn’t want to seem desperate. “You’ll never go back to your old life, to your friends, family… You’re mine now”. “So, you’re saying I can’t leave?”, your heart racing. “You can try”, he chuckled as he tightened his grip around your waist, “I want you to. I want to hunt you down, to hear you beg for mercy, to look at me with red-stained eyes, tears streaming down your face…”. 

“But my friend, she knows where I am”, you clutched onto your purse. “Cute”, he swiftly turned you around, pressing your back against the wooden door. “You have no idea who I am, do you? Who we were? Poor little thing. You’re like a deer caught in the headlights”. “W-wait!”, you tried to push him away as he softly bit the space between your shoulder and neck. “Wait?”, a devilish smirk as he lifted your skirt, swiftly pulling your panties to the side. “Fuck”, he looked down at his fingers. “You’re telling me to wait but you're soaking”, he chuckled as he grazed his tongue along the digits of his fingers, “So sweet”. 

“Well, I guess it’s time to drop this silly little act”, you smirked. “It’s obvious you haven’t noticed”. 

“Noticed?”, Feitan’s eyes studied yours. He didn’t like the sudden change in your energy. “I didn’t mean to let it get this far but…”, you softly bit your bottom lip, “You looked so handsome in that suit”. 

“Who are you?”, a sudden cold feeling against your throat. “Careful with that knife, Fei. No fighting between members, right?”. 

What? To be honest, he never felt more clueless in his life. 

“So cute… Like a deer caught in the headlights”, you chuckled. “Came across Chrollo a couple of weeks ago. To be honest, I almost won when he tried to steal my nen … But he gave me a choice: join the Troupe, or live without it”. “You’re lying. Boss didn’t tell me anything about a new member”. “Because he wanted to see who’d get careless when someone flirted with them. And you lost, Fei”, your words died out, making them sound venomous. 

“Tsk”, he took a step backward, swiftly putting the knife away. “Boss knows I never do this”. “But you did now”, you happily hopped behind him. “Show me your spider”, he froze as he looked over his shoulder. “Here”, you swiftly pulled your shirt over your head. “See?”, you pointed towards your waist. 

Right. This was the moment he started to hate you. 

“What’s that expression?”, you giggled. “You’re almost drooling”. “Get out”, he clenched his jaw. “You’ve made your point”. “I don’t want to leave”, you hastily replied, a frown on your face. “Sure, this was some kind of twisted test but…”, you paused as you fiddled with your fingers. “I really do think you’re handsome and… I mean… My body can’t lie”, a blush on your cheeks. 

How could you switch moods so fast? It was as if he was talking to a different person. Your stance changed, your voice, your expression… No wonder his boss decided to let you join. You could fool anyone, even someone as skilled as himself. 

“You sound desperate”. “Because I am”, you softly replied, “When you said I was going to be your little toy, that I was yours… I liked that”. “Too bad. Don’t like being tricked”. “B-but Chrollo told me to-“. “I don’t care”, Feitan laid down on the bed. “You should’ve stuck with your little performance. If you did, you’d be shaking underneath me by now”.  

“Fine”, you rolled your eyes, “Guess I’ll take my chances with Phinks”. 

No. He didn’t want you to. Even though you weren’t an innocent bystander, even though you were probably as strong as him… He wasn’t going to let that idiot have you first. 

“Don’t put your shirt back on”, he slowly sat up straight, looking as disinterested as ever. “Oh?”, you smirked, “Changed your mind?”. “He can have you when I’m done”, he slowly walked towards you. “Careful, I’m the possessive type”, you placed your thumb in between your teeth. “You don’t know me”, his hands now gently fiddling with the straps of your bra.“So?”, you pouted, “You’re mine now”. “Don’t say stuff like that”, he quickly grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “When we’re done, you’re going to leave my room and pretend this never happened”. 

“When we're done, you’re only going to want more”, you grabbed his other hand, guiding it to your skirt. “Come on, Fei. Let’s have some fun”. 

You were right. From the moment he felt your warmth, from the moment you arched your back… He was going to use you over and over again. He could never forget the way you felt, the way your body welcomed him… 

“So good”, you closed your eyes, your legs wrapped around his waist. “Feels so good, Fei”.

Normally he wasn’t like this. He never cared if the girl liked it, if she felt good, but now…

“What do you want me to do, princess? Want me to help you?”. “P-please”, your eyes flew open. “Touch me, please Fei”, an innocent look on your face. “Again”, he softly bit in your cheek, “Ask me”. “Please Fei, make me come”, you let your nails sink into his shoulders, “Please, please, please”. “Cute”, his lips found yours, “Hurry though, won’t last much longer”. 

“S-shit”, you tightened your grip, your legs shaking as his digits found your sweet spot. “I-I’m coming”. “Already?”, he smiled, “It’s fine, you can come. Won’t last long anyway”. 

“F-fuck, you feel so good when you clench around me like that”, Fei’s eyes were wide open. No one ever felt this good. “C-come with me, please”, your brows drew together, eyes locked with his. “W-where do you want me to?”, Fei mirrored your expression. 

He tried so hard not to fill you up already. He wanted to feel you come undone around him. He needed to. 

“D-don’t care”, you arched your back, “J-just keep going, please-“. “F-fuck”, he frowned as he looked down. “I-I’m coming”, you let your head fall back, nails dragging across his back. “M-me too, princess”. 

Was this the best he ever had? Even his legs were shaking. 

“Fuck”, he sighed as he intertwined his hands with yours, his head resting against your chest.  “What do you think?”, you tried to catch your breath. “What?”, his eyes studied your expression. “Was I right?”. “Hm”, he smiled, “Only want more, princess”. 

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Toji Fushiguro

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[Chapter 2] Daycare

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On Sundays you tend to sleep in, however, this time you wake up very early in the morning, and the first thing you do is go to the pharmacy to get a morning-after pill. You don’t worry too much about getting pregnant since when you were trying to conceive with your husband, you never succeeded. Still, you’d rather be safe than sorry even if you get weird looks from the cashier.

And for the rest of the day, you run some errands, going to places that have air conditioning so you’re not so hot. But around four you have no more errands to run, in fact, you have to do some chores at home which you’re dreading. One of them being laundry. You have to get your clothes and go to the laundromat that isn’t even a five minute walk from your apartment, but it’s way too hot to walk out with a laundry basket. You don’t need any more exercise for the day, but that doesn’t stop the fact clothes are piling up, and tomorrow is your first day of work so you need clean appropriate clothes.

So you’re exiting your apartment, holding your laundry basket with one hand, holding it against your hip while your free hand locks the door shut. When you finally get it shut, you turn and find your neighbor who’s opening the door to his apartment. You aren’t sure whether to address him or ignore him. Sure, you’re picking up his son tomorrow and taking him to daycare, but maybe he doesn’t want you to say anything to him today, things would be too awkward. 

You look down at the child that tries to hide behind his father when he spots you. Sure, you bought him ice cream, but he still doesn’t know you. You still smile at him, seeing that he’s peeking to get a glance of you. 

“Hey…” Toji awkwardly speaks up. Usually he doesn’t have to speak to the woman after a one-night-stand, but he doesn’t have that liberty here for many reasons. First and foremost, you’re his neighbor. Secondly, you’ll be taking his son to daycare and giving him a discount. He can’t simply ignore you, quite the opposite, he has to make sure you’re happy with him. He notices the laundry basket and asks, “Do you need help with that?”

“You’ve been working, it’s fine. Thank you.” You smile at him and before you can walk away, minding your business, he speaks again.

“It’s fine. I can drive you to the laundromat.” He offers, and you take a moment to think about it. But you see the boy who’s clearly hiding from you, and you decide it’s best to decline the offer. Tomorrow will be a big day for him, so it’s best for him to rest and whatnot before tomorrow.

“It’s fine. It’s not too far from here. Plus, Megumi probably wants to be home.” You tell him, giving him a weak smile before walking away. You walk away, not giving him a chance to say anything else. You come to regret declining his offer when you feel the hot sun on you, and you’re sweating once again while walking to the place. 

Halfway through the walk, you hear honking which spooks you, causing you to jump up a little. You turn around to see a black sports car, although it looks a bit old. You’re definitely surprised as the car slowly comes to a stop. The window rolls down and you’re even more astonished to find your neighbor inside. The car is definitely too expensive to be owned by him, but then again he’s a mechanic, he probably was able to buy a beat up car and then fix it. 

“Let me take you there.” Toji says, and you sigh, pretending to be annoyed even though you’re certainly glad that he’s here. You roll your eyes to add to the act before opening the backseat door. You put your laundry basket down, waving at Megumi who sits in his backseat on the other side. You shut the door then walk to the passenger’s seat, opening the door and entering the car. You put on the seatbelt, although it seems unnecessary since within a minute you’re parked in front of the place.

“Thank you, Fushiguro.” You tell him, and you look at Megumi, waving at him, “And thank you, Megumi.”

“No problem.” Toji responds, and you open the door and exit the car, then open the backseat door to grab your laundry basket. While Toji looks back at his son through the rearview mirror. “What do you say, Megumi?”

“You’re welcome.” Megumi mutters, crossing his tiny arms. You chuckle before shutting the backseat door. You wave at Toji as you walk away, smiling at him.

You certainly weren’t expecting that. Additionally, you weren’t expecting for him to pick you up two hours later. Although you didn’t talk much, you certainly appreciated the gesture.

At five in the morning you’re knocking on Toji’s door. You patiently wait outside the door for around five minutes before you knock again, much harshly this time. In two minutes the door opens, and you see your shirtless neighbor with messy bed hair and eyes that can barely stay open. He yawns before asking, “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to pick up Megumi.” You inform him and his eyes quickly shoot open. He looks at the clock and then raises a brow. It’s way too early. “At five in the morning?” He questions and you nod in response. Toji ends up sighing, walking back inside to wake up the sleeping child. While he does so, Toji yells, “You can come in!”

You step into the place, and you look around. It’s nice and cool, that’s what you like. What you don’t like is that even in the darkness you can tell it’s messy. You try not to judge, instead you try to focus on Toji, who you hear is saying, “C’mon, buddy. It’s time to wake up.”

You’re lucky you decided to come early, because you knew this would happen. Although it is your fault for not telling Toji that you obviously have to leave early since you’re working there, not just dropping off a kid. 

“Megumi, c’mon.” Toji keeps trying to wake up the kid, until he finally sits up. Toji is surprised to see that it’s so difficult for the kid to wake up when every morning he’s wide awake around this time. Ready to annoy the shit out of Toji– Oh but Toji loves that kid more than anything and anyone in the whole wide world. “Sorry, this is gonna take a while. I’ll drive you two there.”

“No worries, I came early because I forgot to tell you the time.” You tell him. He’s grateful that he doesn’t have to rush so much, still he’s groggy because he had to wake up so early. He walks with Megumi to the bathroom, and you decide to turn on the light. You can even see more mess than before, but you know Toji is a single father, or at least that’s what it seems to be. 

You put your hands in your pockets as you look around the place. Looking at the futons that are in the place, right next to each other. The little dresser that is overloaded with clothes, the top of it dusty. There’s a singular picture frame at the top, but you stand too far away to be able to tell what the photo is. 

You’re about to pull out your phone, but Toji walks out of the bathroom, holding Megumi’s hand. “What do you want for breakfast? Cereal?”

“Yes.” Megumi responds, watching as his father looks through the drawers to pick out an outfit for his first day.

“Do you want me to prepare that for him?” You ask Toji, in a rush. You don’t have all day, plus it’s your first day. You can’t show up late today of all days. 

“Yes, please.” He responds, and you look for the box of cereal. Once you have it, you put it down on the counter then look for a bowl. Looking for a bowl is much harder than you imagined because every time you open up a cabinet, almost every plate falls on you. But you finally get a blue bowl, and you put it down. You serve the cereal, before opening the fridge and getting the milk. You hear Toji yelling at Megumi while you pour the milk.

“You know how to put on pants! Stop being so difficult today.” You hear the child complain at his father’s words, and you want to laugh but at the same time you really don’t like the way Toji talks to his child. You’re not going to tell him how to parent, after all, you don’t have any kids therefore your opinion is invalid. “Okay, go eat breakfast.”

Toji clearly gives up because when the child walks over to get his breakfast with his shirt and his diapers, which reminds you, “Do you have a little backpack for him?”

“Oh yeah. I’m still potty training him so–” Toji begins to look for the backpack that has his stuff. An extra change of clothes, diapers and some snacks for the kid. “He’s learning but occasionally he has accidents.”

“Thank you.” Megumi mutters as he takes the bowl from you. He walks back to his futon to take a seat and eat his food.

“I should probably start making his food.” Toji says, walking to the kitchen. 

“You should probably start getting ready if you are dropping us off. They give him food.” You inform him. 

“They’re not expecting him though, are they?” Toji questions, and you’re still staring because he’s still shirtless. Your face is getting warm, and you look away.

“I emailed them on Saturday night after you left.” You tell him, and the man’s face slowly turns pink. He clears his throat before a weak thank you leaves his lips. “It’s so soon but they said they’d make a spot for him.”

“Okay, thank you.” Toji responds. He still walks to the kitchen to make lunch for his son, making sure he has something just in case Megumi doesn’t like the food offered to him. You won’t bother though. “You can take a seat… Anywhere you’d like.”

“Thank you.” You respond, however, you remain standing. You make sure you don’t stand in Toji’s way since there isn’t much space for him to walk. Your eyes wander, unsure of what to do, until you think to ask, “When do you have to go to work?”

“Eight.” He answers. He still has some time for him to kill, so it’s likely he’ll drop you off then come back to sleep some more. He also has the chance to do some chores so the place isn’t all that messy. Although he probably doesn’t care about it. You don’t care anyway, the place is liveable and not a hazard to Megumi, the place is bound to be somewhat disorganized considering Megumi’s age and the fact Toji lives alone taking care of a toddler full time. “I’m not slowing you down, am I?”

“I think we’ll be fine. Although it’d be nice if you did hurry up.” You reply, and he works faster than before. You’re doing him a favor and he can’t repay you by making you late to your first day of work. 

Within ten minutes, everything is ready, except Megumi. He finished eating his breakfast, but he’s still only wearing his diaper. You both know that Megumi can’t just exit the place like this, but Toji is too tired to put up a fight with the child. You walk over to the child and crouch down so you’re face-to-face.

“Hey, Megumi. I know you don’t know me, but we’re going to be spending some time together.” You begin, unsure of how to start it off. You’re an expert at bribing kids, but it seems that after some time off you’ve lost your magic. “We’re going to go somewhere fun, so you need to put on your pants.”

That doesn’t seem to convince him though. You look at Toji and then at Megumi before it finally comes to you, “You like chocolate don’t you?”

“Yes.” He mutters, slowly nodding his head. 

“Well, don’t tell your daddy but… If you put on your pants, I’ll give you some chocolate.” You tell him, and he thinks about it for a second before deciding that what you’ve offered is a great deal. So Megumi puts on his pants, and you’re all finally ready to leave to go to the daycare.

Toji drives you to the place, parking outside to be able to drop off his son. You enter the place and the woman at the front desk immediately recognizes you, and then she looks at Toji, and at little Megumi. The woman smiles, “So nice to see you here. I knew you’d get the job.”

“So nice to see you too.” You respond with a smile. She then smiles at Toji and at Megumi.

“You must be Mr. Nanami and the youngest Nanami.” She says, making Toji furrow his eyebrows because you didn’t introduce yourself as Nanami. You feel your face get warm and you clear your throat.

“Toji is my ex-husband. He’s Mr. Fushiguro.” You inform her, and she hums and slowly nods in response. Toji has questions, but he can’t ask them right now. Instead he crouches down and kisses the top of his son’s forehead. 

“I’ll pick you up later, okay? You’re going to have so much fun, Megumi. Stay on your best behavior, buddy.” Toji tells the kid, who’s a bit confused as to what this is. If anything bad happens, Megumi is blaming you since you’re with him and his father right now. Toji makes sure to give Megumi a very tight hug, leaving the child nearly breathless. Toji stands up, giving you a weak smile and waving at you before he begins to exit the building. Megumi begins to follow him, but you stop him, grabbing Megumi’s backpack to hold him back.

“Megumi, your daddy will come pick you up later.” You tell him, and Megumi looks back at you, and then back at his father who gets smaller and smaller with every step he takes. Megumi’s bottom lip quivers, and his eyes become watery. The lady at the front desk is probably staring you down, wondering why your son is crying for his dad. “I know you love him, honey, but he has to go to work. He’ll pick you up later. You’ll be able to play with other kids your age for the whole day.”

“Daddy!” He yells, extending his arms and opening and closing his fists. You feel the sweat running down your forehead. You turn your face to look at the front desk lady, a sheepish smile on your face,

“He’s very attached to his father.” 

At six, Toji is inside the building, ready to pick up his son. You’re both ready to leave, and Megumi goes running to his father when he sees the man. The whole day, Megumi sat in a corner, refusing to socialize with anyone else. He stopped crying quickly, but he shut himself off. Toji’s eyes light up when he sees his son, and he kneels down to receive his son’s warm hug.

“I missed you, buddy. How was your day?” Toji asks, picking up his son from the floor and beginning to carry him to the car. You wave at the lady in the front desk before you begin to follow behind them. You hear Megumi say,

“I don’t wanna come back, daddy.” Toji laughs. You want to laugh as well, although you’re a bit worried. But you can see that he’s clearly attached to his father, so it’s only a matter of time for Megumi to get used to it. He’ll get a new friend and suddenly he’ll be so excited to come to daycare, even if he is separated from his father. 

“Why not? I’m sure everyone was nice. Isn’t that right, Ms. Nanami?” Toji turns to look at you. He’s been thinking about why he was referred to as Mr. Nanami, and felt like lying about your name is something so absurd. You feel your face get warm and you clear your throat before telling him.

“Everyone was very nice.” You answer. Toji begins to put Megumi in his carseat, and you wait outside the car. When he shuts the backseat door and you speak, “Fushiguro… Please don’t refer to me as Nanami.”

“Why–” He begins but stops himself. He shakes his head before he opens the driver’s side door. You get into the car as well. He turns the car on and looks at his son through the rearview mirror and asks, “So tell me more about your day.”

There wasn’t much for Megumi to say. He just sat in the corner, at least that’s what you heard. You were placed with children that are even younger than Megumi because that’s where they needed the extra help, and of course you can’t ask to be transferred to another age group just yet. They’re observing you since you’re new to the job, they’ll obviously deny a request so soon, you just hope that a teacher wants to switch soon enough.

“Give it a week and he’ll have more friends than you.” You joke, and it makes Toji laugh. He sure can’t wait till his little boy boasts about his new friends. “He’s just really attached to you. He was missing you all day which didn’t let him socialize.”

“Awe, is that true?” Toji asks, and he sees Megumi’s arms are crossed. He loves his father, but he won’t admit it so easily. Toji can’t help but laugh at the reaction. “I love you, stinky. I missed you all day too.”

After a very long day, you lay down in a hot room, trying to fall asleep. By this weekend you’re supposed to finally have air conditioning, and that doesn’t feel close enough. By the time you get the air conditioning installed, you doubt you’ll need it. After this week, the weather will cool down as October approaches.

You’re so tired, yet the sweat that runs down your body doesn’t allow you to fall asleep. You nearly jump up from your bed when you hear a knock on your door. You immediately think of Toji, and you’re proven right when you open the door. No other neighbor has attempted to introduce themselves, so you doubt that they will any time soon.

“Hey, Fushiguro.” You smile at him, and he looks you up and down. The same way he did on Saturday. But this time he knows better because the last thing he wants is to begin a relationship with you. You’re doing him a favor, and he can’t afford to fuck that up by thinking with his dick again.

“Did you just take a shower?” He asks, and he immediately bites his tongue. You still don’t have air conditioning, so it’s obvious that you’ve been sweating. “Sorry. I’m just here to thank you for everything.”

“It’s no problem… Is there anything else or was that all?” You question, knowing that a thank you is so trivial and clearly not important enough to come knocking at your door. You wait for a second while he gathers his thoughts before you know. “It’s about the Nanami thing, isn’t it?”

“I am confused about that… You introduced yourself with another last name but…” He doesn't want to sound accusatory so he slows his speech to try. Many ideas run through his head, but he won’t spew them out in case you get offended. You lean against the door frame, just staring at him, and he waits for you to speak up.

“Are you a widower, Fushiguro? From what I’ve seen, you and Megumi live alone.” You completely change the topic and focus on him. He nods, and gets rather irritated by the question, but he knows better than to say anything about it. “I’m a widow, and I have his last name on the majority of my legal documents.”

“Oh… I’m sorry to hear that.” Toji’s cheeks turn a pink shade, feeling like a complete fool for even asking the question. He was rightfully curious, but he definitely feels as if he’s overstepped a line. 

“You were bound to know. As long as you don’t make it weird.” You respond, an awkward chuckle leaving your lips. “I’d invite you in for a drink, but we both have to work tomorrow. Also I’m expecting Megumi to be completely ready tomorrow morning.”

“Yeah… Good night.” Toji tells you. He bites his bottom lip as he begins to walk away. You shut the door and walk back to your bed, thinking about Toji and his late-wife. So many questions begin to run through your head, but you tune them out fast.

You don’t care about the neighbor all that much, you have bigger problems in your life.

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