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skzficchannie143 · 18 days ago

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Switching it up...

Reader: bf!Bangchan x domfem!reader; Established relationship

Synopsis: You and Chan come back from spending the holidays together at family’s house. When you get back, you propose something for the both of you to try in the bedroom. Curious, Chan accepts the proposal but ends up turning into a different kind of proposal…

Warnings: fluff & smut, pegging, vibrator, MDNI!!!

a/n: This is my first published fanfic!! PLS leave feedback if you so desire. I welcome constructive criticism.

Inspired by one of my insane daydreams. I’m honestly so infatuated by him, it’s concerning. Anyway– this is for a specific audience…

Have fun.

Y/N’s pov

Chan and you both sigh of relief when the door opens to your shared penthouse apartment. After spending 2 weeks, each with both sides of the family, all you want to do is cuddle up to him without worrying about whose family member might interrupt.

You stride your suitcases into the doorway while kicking off your shoes. You can see the exhaustion in his face too. It makes you smile a bit to know that you’re both on the same page.

“I love family, but 2 weeks is too long to hold off on touching you.” He groans with a slight smirk and eyeing you while you slump onto the cozy living room couch. He follows suite, laying on top of you which causes you to huff a bit from the weight of him, but you welcome it always. Running your hands through his hair, he hums at your touch. Until your stomach rumbles.

“You hungry love?” He says from your chest.

“I guess so, but I am so tired. I really don’t have the energy to make anything.”

“Yeah, me neither. Let’s just order takeout.” He lifts his head from your chest to look at you. God he looks so beautiful even in his exhausted state. “Chinese or Thai?” He asks.

“Thai, of course. And get a double order of spring rolls. I think I could murder a whole plate of those things.” He chuckles at your declaration.

“Alright, it’ll be here in 30. Let’s just nap until then, hmm? You’re the best pillow.” He snuggles closer on top of you, resting his head on your chest once again. You feel his eyelashes brush closed against your skin. You feel much more at peace in the comforting embrace of him which soon lulls you into sleep, your breaths matching the same pace.

Suddenly the timer on his phone rings out but he doesn’t budge. Between the both of you, he is the heavier sleeper— but somehow you’re able to sleep through his insane dragon-like snoring. Usually.

After turning the alarm off, you hear the doorbell ring. He stirs in his sleep as you slip out from underneath him. Immediately you feel cold from his loss of touch, but those spring rolls are calling your name and you can smell it through the door. You open up to the delivery guy holding the bag of food. You thank him and snag a $20 from Chan’s wallet (It’s what he usually does, so you don’t feel any way about it). The delivery guy bows and walks away as you close the door.

Placing the food out on the kitchen to plate, you yawn and feel hands wrap around your waist from behind with his breath fanning on your neck. He’s always so clingy after cuddling.

“You smell like laab gai” he moans into your neck, sniffing. Even after being in a relationship for a year and 3 months, he manages to give you butterflies over every single thing.

“That’s the food, babe.” You chuckle and turn a bit to kiss his cheek. He contentedly sighs and reaches out for a bite. You slap his hand. “I’m fixing your plate up now, you can wait.” You snap at him playfully. He straightens up behind you, “Yes ma’am” he says back.

The both of you make your way to the dining table. Relatively big for the two of you, but is enough to accommodate for when the members come over. For the most part, at least. Sometimes the guys will bring a partner over for when you’re hosting a get-together or small birthday party. But even though you have all this dining space to spare, Chan still pulls you into his lap and feeds you like a kid.

“I don’t know why you make two plates when we always share. Such a waste of dishes” He snickers.

“Just shut up and put it in my mouth.” He raises an eyebrow. Of course he’s going to make it dirty. I mean, the both of you have been forced to keep your hands off of each other for the past 2 weeks (except for the occasional make out session when no one was around).

“Don’t look at me like that,” You say while shoving the food back his way, “Just because you’re pent up doesn’t mean you can have your way.” He laughs, throwing his head back and looking back at you.

“Sorry, you’re just too tempting” He goes back to focusing on the food and you can’t help but think back to something that’s been on your mind. You never brought it up because you weren’t sure how he’d react, but you figure you’re far enough into the relationship to express your bedroom fantasies.

“What’s on your mind, gorgeous?” He asks, pulling you from your thoughts. You meet his eyes and his gaze shifts. He must see the mischievous look on your face.

“Nothing.. I just..” You avoid his gaze. You know how much he hates it when you don’t follow through with your thoughts. He values honesty and there’s nothing you guys haven’t already told each other. Well, except for this…

He raises a brow, anticipating the rest of your sentence. “Ok, I have a question. And I don’t expect anything, nor will I be disappointed if you reject the idea.”

“Okayy…” He says in his thick accent with intrigue. He’s analyzing your features like he’s going to find the question you want to ask on your face.

“So… Also if this makes you at all uncomfortable, please just throw the fact that I even asked out the window.”

“Y/N, just spit it out” He says a bit more sternly. Maybe the exhaustion from our trip has worn his patience thin.

“OK.. ok.. So I just.. Have you ever been pegged?” Scared to see his reaction, you look at him regardless. His eyebrows raise so far up his face, they might fly off and his eyes have widened in surprise. Shit. He’s probably disgusted.

He turns his head away from you, finding the food on the plate to be more interesting than answering you right now.

“Please say something… I’m getting nervous.” He pulls his face back towards yours, his expression a bit more relaxed than it was when you proposed the idea of… yeah.

“I- I mean.. I’m not against it. I think I should give it a try,” He chuckles, his expression returning to a less concerning one, “I’m just more surprised that that’s something you’ve fantasized about.”

“Do you think it’s weird? Seriously, if you don’t want to, I won’t force you and also won’t be disappointed.” You assure him.

“That’s not it at all, honestly.” He wears a grin on his face now. “I want to try it.”

You can’t fight back the grin mirrored onto your face as well. You’re already getting aroused at the thought. You shift a bit in his lap as he holds you tighter and then picks you up, bridal style.

“Oh! Now!?” You’re a bit shook when he pads down the hallway into your bedroom with you still in his arms. “Why not? Too tired?” He remarks with that same lusty grin on his lips and a dance of his eyebrows.

“I mean, ok…” He lays you down on the bed, followed by a simply protective kiss on your temple, “I’m in your hands, where do you want me?”

It shocks you a bit— his willingness. Where he is usually the dominant one in bed, a dynamic switch is not completely foreign to you both. Every now and then you have the urge to be a “femme fatale”, and he welcomes it, usually with an insane hard-on.

“Just lie back on the bed.” He complies immediately as you go over to your nightstand, pulling out the long vibrating stick of silicone and something to help it slide. You’re hot from the idea of this going through. It’s not a fantasy that you’ve been super eager for. You could definitely go without trying this little experiment, but you’re feeling ecstatic that you get the chance to fulfill it. Just another thing to check off your kinky bucket list.. that Chan definitely doesn’t know about. Maybe you don't always tell each other exactly everyyything, but it won't hurt for him to not know.

He watches as you prepare the accessories, his clothes already on the floor. You’re still in your lounge fit from the airport—a simple pair of leggings and camisole, as you had shed your sweater the first thing when you got home. “Ok, I’m going to put this in the back, is that ok?” You meet his gaze to find his consent. He nods and you proceed. His cock is already standing up at attention and twitching, so you’re not too concerned, but you do start with 2 fingers. If you need prep when using this toy, you’re sure he does too.

You watch his face for any sign of discomfort as you stretch him open. He doesn’t make any expression besides an occasional wince. A ghost of a smirk plays on your lips, seeing the role reversal where you’re usually the one preparing to be stretched out. “How do you feel? Is it uncomfortable? Let me know if it is” you ask.

“Nah, nah it’s good. I’m just getting used to it-“ he moans once you reach his prostate. He hides his face immediately embarrassed after. It’s so fucking cute. “I’ll take care of you, babe” You reassure. His cock twitches once more and he tells you he’s ready. Sliding the long toy in, he swears as it reaches all the way in. You figure it’s long enough to reach if you were able to find his spot with your short fingers. You turn it on to the lowest vibration setting. As soon as you do, you feel his whole body jolt. You take that as confirmation to set the setting up higher, pulling more moans from his mouth. It’s hot as fuck too, you’re already drenched yourself.

“Ah fuck- babe, that’s-“ He mutters underneath his breath, but it doesn’t seem like a bad reaction. He’s finally able to calm his breathing and begins to ask, “Wh- what the hell made you think of this?”

“Do you not like it? Your body is telling me otherwise” And with that, the dynamic finally shifts and you smoothly slip into your dominant role. He feels it too, pre-cum leaking from his tip. It’s straining so hard that the vein pops out along the curve of his dick.

“Fuck, I need more. I need-“ You cut him off, answering his pleading with a hand pumping from his base to the tip. His whole body shudders at the feeling and you can tell he’s getting close, but trying to keep it in. He likes the long game. You know this from the countless times he’s edged you or made you wait for his release too. “Is this good baby? You’re so pretty like this Channie,”

As much as he tries, he can’t help from letting out the guttural moans and groaning as you set the vibration setting to the highest. He’s leaking so much from his tip that you don’t even need the lube anymore. You kiss along his v-line above his pubic area. One of your favorite spots, turning the innocent kisses into pure-lustful licks, teasing his cock of the sensation. He’s begging and moaning for more and while you want to tease him more, you get an idea that’s going to send him over the edge. You move up to his face, getting ready to kiss him when he breaks the distance before you can even make the move first, encapturing your lips in a desperate kiss, biting your lip and moaning before throwing his head back onto the pillows.

“Mmm you’re so needy for me, baby. You want more?” you say in his ear, teasing your lips along the shell of his ear. He moans just from the tone of your voice, “if you don’t fucking touch me now, y/n I swear-“ you cut him off once again by pumping him in your small hand. He throws his head back so far in pleasure, you wonder if he’s trying to see the headboard or something.

Going through with your idea, you make your way down between his thighs. Caressing his defined inner thighs, you can’t help but admire his body. He’s worked so hard for it and you really want to show him how beautiful he is. Praise might be your kink, but who says you just have to receive it?

With his breathing getting more uneven and his eyelids squeezing shut as hard as they can, you know he is close. You want to give him one more surprise though before letting him cum. Might as well play this out exactly as you’ve imagined it, if not farther. You make your way in between his legs, encasing his balls in your mouth. Instantly he’s reacting, the sexiest moans slipping from his full lips. You think to yourself that you’re probably loving his reactions more than he is enjoying this. You increase the pace of your hand and sucking harder when you feel his balls tighten in your mouth. Quickly- you pull back to watch as he comes. It’s a sight you would pay your life’s worth of savings to see for the first time again.

First—ropes of his cum leak out from his tip, but when you increase the toy to its highest setting as the cherry on top, thin, watery liquid sprays from his cock. Your eyes widen and you can’t help but let your jaw hang. This was not what either of you had expected. It leaks all over his toned body, dripping down every curve, leaking onto the comforter and some had even sprayed onto your clothes.

“Shit..” You can’t hold back. That was probably the most intense thing you’ve ever seen. You try to bite back your smile, partly prideful from enticing such a reaction from his, but also because you most definitely creamed your pants at the sight of his pleasure. He hides his face with his arm. You think you see tears falling from his eyes. He’s concerningly quiet. Maybe he didn’t like it? Maybe he was actually uncomfortable or that was painful for him? “Chan..” He doesn’t respond.

For a second you just sit there watching him avoid you. He won’t respond to your questioning, so you let it go. “Ok, well I have to at least get this toy out. I’m gonna take it out slowly ok?” He doesn’t respond, just quickly nods. You pull it out slowly and he winces at the feeling. Once removed, you leave him on the bed as you go to the bathroom to wash it. After a few minutes, he rouses from the bed and walks into the bathroom. Still giving you the silent treatment, he turns on the shower and climbs in. You feel really bad and regret even asking. Once finished, you put the stupid thing back in your nightstand drawer. You put a pair of his boxers on the sink counter in the bathroom for him when he gets out and change the comforter since its now drenched. The sheets and pillows seem save for the crumpling from his aggressive squirming.

After about 30 minutes, you’re relaxing on the bed, scrolling through your phone- Chan emerges from the bathroom with his boxers you laid out for him and a towel on his shoulder. If you weren’t worried about his silent treatment, you’d have tried to settle the arousal you feel just by looking at him when he’s fresh out of the shower. He doesn’t even spare you a glance, just paces straight for his at-home studio. You know for sure now that he’s pissed. You don’t know what else to do since he won’t talk to you, so you pull up your mutual friend Felix’s contact.

Y/N: Hey Felix, do you have a sec? It’s about Chan and I’m kinda worried… Also tmi warning…

Not long after, Felix read your text and you anticipate his reply as the three bubbles pop up.

Felix pov

“Erm.. Okay..” Felix says aloud. He’s at a cafe with Changbin, Seungmin, Hyunjin, and Minho at the moment. Their previous conversation being about the future movie they were making plans to see. Felix’s mumble stirs up curiosity from the rest of the boys. “What is that?” Seungmin asks, sitting next to him. He glances at Felix’s phone, where Felix is looking between two chats. One from you and another from Chan, both reading along the lines of “Felix.. I need advice. Tmi”, to put it plainly.

“I think something is up with y/n and Chan..” Felix says still looking at his phone. He opens up Chans message first, reading aloud to the group, “‘Oi Felix, do you have a minute? I need some advice. It’s gonna be tmi though.’ and then y/n sent me, ‘Hey Felix, do you have a sec? It’s about Chan and I’m kinda worried… Also tmi warning…’” He looks up at the group, his own concern met with the expression of confusion and worry on the other boys’ faces.

“Tmi..? What do you think that means?” Changbin asks. Felix looks back down between the messages, “I don’t know…”. He responds to each of your messages similarly.

Felix: What’s up? Everything ok?

He replies to both of your chats. First he gets a detailed paragraph response back from you.

Y/N: Yeah.. here’s the thing. So we had tried something in the bedroom that is very different for both of us… I won’t go into details unless you ask. Anyway, I thought he was feeling really good and liked until afterwards when he just randomly started giving me the silent treatment. I haven’t bothered him about it, and he’s holed up in his studio now after showering, but I’m just getting worried.

Felix: Umm… I’m not sure that I need to know what you did, but he’s probably just shocked. Maybe he liked it more than he thought or maybe he hated it more than he thought. Or maybe he’s just embarrassed about his reaction. I mean he did… like.. come.. right?

Y/N: Yeah… definitely… It was wild like more than just that…

Felix: Oh shit… Damn… He’s probably just embarrassed then XD

Y/N: OK.. sorry to spring this on you. I don’t think he’s ever done what we did before so that must be why he’s so embarrassed. Thanks for the help Felix.

Felix recites back to the group what you sent him and how he responded. The group is definitely more invested in this now and he switches over to the conversation with Chan.

Felix: What’s up bro? Everything alright mate?

Chan: Yeah.. No.. Fuck idk

Felix: Ok… What’s goin’ on?

Felix sort of has an idea now that he’s talked to you first, but he’s only going to figure out for sure how Chan feels if he coaxes it out of him.

Chan: Ok so.. Fuck it, its really tmi but Im just gonna tell you.

Felix: I’m waiting…

Chan: Ok so y/n said she’d been thinking about uh doing me from the back, yeah? And so I agreed because I was curious and I fucking love it when shes in charge. Shes so fucking hot like that but anyway, So i agreed and it was fine I guess but then jesus she did some shit and dude I actually fucking squirted everywhere. Is that the term? I dont fucking know but it felt so good I didn’t really know how to process it.

Chan: I feel bad because I couldn’t even stand to see her face afterwards and i’ve been giving her the silent treatment since it happened. Fuck i feel like such an asshole.

Felix: HAHAHAHAHAAH THIS SHIT IS HILARIOUS

Chan: BRO I ASKED FOR ADVICE NOT YOUR JUDGEMENT

Felix: OK! OK! Calm down.. Did you like it?

Chan:…. Yeah. I mean that’s definitely the hardest i’ve ever… y’know…

Felix tells the group about Chan’s experience and how he’s feeling. Their reactions are priceless. “Well, he is bisexual so that makes sense why he was open to it, but I guess he just didn’t realize that it’d be different” Seungmin speaks up. Minho give his input too, “The important thing is if he enjoyed it or not. If he did, then he’s probably just in shock from the way it felt. I don’t understand why he feels the need to block off y/n though..” The group nods in agreement and Felix goes back to the their texts.

Felix: Ok, so what did you need advice on? You liked it, so what’s the problem?

Chan: I don’t know. Fuck I just I actually almost asked her to marry me after that. And I’m fucking embarrassed that that experience was what made me almost say it. I mean that has to be the least bit romantic way to propose.

Felix: oH shit! It must’ve been life-altering.

Chan: Yeah.. we cleared that already..

Felix: Sorry lol. So what, you regret wanting to propose to her? I thought you were already thinking about marrying her anyway?

Chan: Yeah. I definitely want to. I guess. I just wanted to clear my head from the embarrassment. I would’ve been more embarrassed and regretful if I had actually proposed to her because she made me cum so hard.

Chan: Anyway, im good now. Thanks mate.

Felix: Alrighty. Later

The group finds his whole situation interesting and decide to make that the new topic of the night while you try to distract yourself from the unease you've been feeling since Chan started ignoring you...

Y/N pov

Chan finally returns from his studio, knocking quietly on the door. You found yourself engrossed in a book you've been trying to get through for the past 2 months as a distraction. You're nervous as he somberly stalks over the bed, the empty side where he usually lays. You watch him carefully, not wanting to speak up in hopes that he will finally talk to you.

He crawls onto the bed next to you slowly, sitting by your legs. As soon as he eases into a comfortable position, he looks up at you. You can feel the pain in his eyes when he sees your worried face.

"Listen, I- I'm not mad at you or anything" He speaks up.

Your posture visibly relaxes and you lean your head back against the pillows. "Chan I was so worried I had hurt you—" he places his hand on your thigh, lovingly stroking it with his thumb like he often does to comfort you.

"It's not that, honestly it was the best thing I've ever felt in my life. I had no clue I could even cum that hard. For fucks sake, I thought I was going to blackout from the pleasure," He chuckles and you try to hold back a grin as you look back at him.

"So then why did you shoo me away? And you didn't even say anything." You ask him, willing an explanation.

"I know. That was immature. I was just so fucking embarrassed..." He looks up at you and can't help but being honest with you, after all, it's the virtue of your relationship. "I was fucking ready to propose to you after that. And I was embarrassed not just because of how fucking hard I came, but because that's not how I wanted to pop the question, per se". You could feel your cheeks heating up. You felt super relieved to know that it wasn’t because you pushed him past his limits.

“If that’s what it took to get you to propose to me, I would have suggested the idea forever ago” the both of you laugh together and finally settle back into your comfortable energy. The heat returning to your cheeks, he’s probably thinking about how you’re feeling about his indirect proposal. Not wanting to keep him waiting, “But… I would marry you. In case you were wondering..” He lifts his head so abruptly to meet your eyes with a mixture of excitement and surprise. “Maybe.. we just don’t tell anyone that this is how it happened”. You both chuckle at the thought and he agrees.

You pat the spot next to you on the bed and he immediately comes forth to embrace you, wrapping his arms around you torso while he lays his head in your lap. You move your hand to play with his damp curls. The both of you lovingly looking into each others eyes, knowing that there’s nothing that can come between this bond you both have.

“I have a confession though,” You raise an eyebrow and wait for him to continue. “..I confided in Felix when I went to the studio to clear my head. So… He knows.” You can’t help but laugh at his admission. “That’s funny, because I did too.” He lifts his head up from your lap and you both laugh from your bellies full-heartedly.

For a moment, everything subsides. From the bittersweet exhaustion of being away with family to the emotional rollercoaster in the past 2 hours. Now it’s just the two of you again with nothing to keep from one another, and a whole lot more to explore in the future together. He hums in content as he gazes at your lips. Moving in, he gently places his lips on yours. You never shy away from a kiss from him. He always feels like a warm cloud and specifically tastes like sweet dates. Deepening the kiss, all of your worries melt away. He has that kind of effect. And just when you tried to get more, he pulls away only to continue peppering kisses across your face. Your usual night routine, that he sometimes likes to take over.

Laying back down next to you, you turn off the light and cuddle up against him. Like a reflex, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him. The soothing beat of his heart quickly lulling you to sleep.

“So what did you have in mind next?” He asks daringly. After a light laugh between the two of you, you respond. “Maybe a cock ring?” You burst out laughing as his face goes pale in shock and his body stiffens. “I guess this is what I signed up for” He relents.

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hayakawalove · 4 months ago

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Test of Love (Chapter Ten)

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Summary: Waking up in Satoru's and Suguru's bed, before going to work. Later, Satoru and Suguru fight.

A/N: "Gay sex" we all say in unison. Thank you for continuing this journey with me, I'm so glad everyone is enjoying so far. What're you thinking? Comments are always appreciated. I love hearing what you have to say. Thank you!

CW: Smut, vaginal sex, oral sex (m to m), cunnilingus, creampie, praise, verbal argument, Female Reader, AFAB Reader

W/C: 6,986

Credit to cafekitsune for the banner

Warmth. The sensation of the sun's rays hitting your cheeks wakes you up, the heat slowly spreading across your flesh as your eyelashes flutter. The first crack of daylight is shining through the windows in the room, kissing your skin. You feel a heavy arm around your torso, holding you tightly against a broad chest. You know it’s Satoru’s; not because you know you fell asleep next to him last night, but because his grip is different from Suguru’s. It’s tighter, a bit more urgent as if you might slip through his fingers otherwise. When you turn around to peer up at him, you’re met with bright blue eyes looking back down at you.

“Good morning,” your sleepy voice sounds heavy in your ears.

“Morning.” He’s whispering with a groggy tone, his lashes fluttering as he looks at your face.

You can’t manage to pull yourself away from his gaze, so you don’t. It feels like a trap, like a hypnotic hold has taken over you.

“You and Suguru didn’t go to bed with me.” He pouts.

Ah, right. You spent a large portion of the night attempting to soothe Suguru’s old scars. Images flash through your mind of what he looked like on the balcony, black hair flowing with the somber look in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, we were just talking.”

“Did you guys have sex?” Satoru asks.

You let out a chuckle and scoot your body in closer to his, and his arm holds you greedily.

“No,” you breathe in deeply, letting your eyes pick out details of their room.

It was so clean.

“We just sat on the patio and talked.”

Satoru squints at you before reaching behind, blindly grabbing Suguru’s hand. He tugs it upwards towards his nose where he gives his nails a sniff. Satoru’s face sours as he looks at you before dropping his boyfriend's hand.

“Satoru, be careful! You’re gonna wake him up!”

“He smoked.”

Suguru said Satoru didn't like when he smoked. You weren’t planning on telling him, but it looks like he was able to find out all on his own. You nibble on your lip and look away, suddenly finding their closet very interesting. Satoru inches closer to you, wrapping an arm around your torso, his nails scrapping your rib cage. You can feel his nose digging into the side of your throat, with a gentle brush of his hair grazing your tender flesh each time he exhales.

“You snore, by the way.” You murmur, pressing your back against his front.

Satoru’s head pops up over you, his eyebrows pinched as he stares down at you. There’s an argument at the tip of his tongue, you can tell.

“Do not.” He replies.

You turn over to lay flat on your back, his large arms caging you in on either side. Golden rays are peaking through the blinds, bathing his profile in gentle sunlight. You can see the details of his eyes better like this. You knew they were blue, but you’re able to see other tones as the lights bounces off. Multiple colors shine underneath, giving depth to his already perfect gaze.

“Do too.”

Satoru squints at you, leaning closer down to your face. You think it’s meant to be intimidating, but it isn’t, not in the least.

“You sleep talk.” Satoru says. Pressure builds up in your chest from the close proximity.

You know for a fact you don’t. No one has told you that before, so you decide to call his bluff.

“Like hell I do!”

Satoru cracks a grin and leans down closer, his nose nearly touching yours. Subconsciously you bring your face closer to his, teasing the idea of dragging your lips against him.

“You don’t. It’d be funny if you did though. I would have to kick you out and make you sleep in the living room.”

“You wouldn’t do that. You like sleeping together too much.” You wrap your legs around his lean waist, pulling him closer to you. Your arms sling around his neck, offering him all of your warmth.

Satoru hums, his gaze flickering over your face. The morning is kind to him, you’ve decided. He looks good like this. The worries of the day haven’t hit his face yet, the muscles in his features completely relaxed as he looks at you.

“I do like sleeping with you.” His voice is low, quiet enough that you have to put effort into hearing it.

The temptation is too strong now, so you’re the first to give in. You press your lips against his, letting him reciprocate before you go any further. Satoru pushes his hips down into you, getting as close as physically possible. Even though his bed is comfortable, he thinks being wrapped in your embrace is ten times better. Satoru glides his tongue against your bottom lip, chuckling to himself at the soft moan you let out.

He drags his fingers down your face, delighting in the shiver you let out before resting them on your hips. Right now, it’s just the two of you. He lets you chase after his tongue, grazing it against yours once you find him. You dig your nails into his shirt, pushing and pulling as you kiss.

“Mmm, early.” You hear a second voice beside you.

The sudden sound startles you. The room had been filled with the noises of your lips smacking, but now you hear Suguru groaning on your left.

“Never too early.” Satoru responds, kissing his way down your cheek, jaw, and throat.

His teeth are unforgiving as they nip at you. Your eyebrows furrow as he assaults your skin, every bite he gives sending a rush of pleasure between your legs. The heat of Suguru’s gaze burns into your side, but you’re too focused on what’s happening. Satoru’s tongue is hot as he slides it down your neck, covering you in kisses.

There’s shuffling beside you, and you decide Suguru must be getting out of the bed. Your heart tugs in disappointment, wondering if he was leaving to sleep elsewhere. Satoru pays it no mind as he drags his lips back up to yours, his kisses much more demanding than before. You’re finding it hard to breathe around him, his mouth completely covering yours.

After a couple minutes pass, Satoru’s being dragged away from your person. He whines as he’s tugged back, your limbs helplessly falling to your side as you watch. Satoru’s panting, his eyes droopy with desire as he stares down at you. Suguru is behind him, a hand tangled in Satoru’s hair as a way to pull him back. The motion causes Satoru’s throat to be exposed, the long column of his neck on full display. It was mouthwatering.

The room is silent as Suguru’s eyes flit over Satoru’s face. You aren’t sure if you should butt in or not, but the display is a bit too interesting to interrupt. Suguru leans down and places his lips against Satoru’s, leaving his hand in his hair. Satoru immediately leans into the kiss with his body still facing yours. You can see his cock trying to break through his pants, the hard bump painful to look away from.

Suguru twists his tongue around Satoru’s while devouring his moans. The sight causes something inside you to stir, the heat between your legs growing more and more noticeable. Suguru is rough with Satoru, his demanding hands holding him against his body tightly in case he thought about escaping. Suguru pulls away to mumble against Satoru’s lips.

“Starting things this early, Satoru?”

“She started it.” Satoru stutters a response.

He wasn’t completely wrong. Suguru’s eyes flick over to yours at that, the heavy look causing your heart to stop. He didn’t look mad, but there was certainly a fire to his gaze.

“Is that right?” Suguru asks, sliding his lips down Satoru’s neck.

He places a kiss on Satoru, before sticking his tongue out to trail against the sorcerer's throat. Satoru shudders in response, his chest heaving as his boyfriend works him up. You’re throbbing now. The space between your legs was leaky, making a mess out of you before you even started.

Suguru opens his jaw and bites down against Satoru’s neck, eyes closing in bliss at the sound he lets out. It’s almost weird to see Satoru so helpless, so at the disposal of another human being. Satoru may be the strongest, but it was undoubtedly clear that Suguru held all the power right now.

“Lay down,” Suguru whispers in Satoru’s ear before stepping back, releasing him from his tight hold.

Satoru nearly falls forward, only preventing himself from crushing you by sticking his arms in front of him. He’s hovering above you, a dusty red tint set across his cheeks. You share humid breaths before he’s leaning down, pressing his lips against yours. You want to complain when he pulls away, but you save it. You’re interested to see where Suguru takes this.

Satoru lays on his back, while Suguru sinks to his knees on the floor. Your eyes flick back and forth between the two men, unsure where you should settle them. Satoru’s breathing hard even though he hasn’t been touched, and Suguru looks like sin incarnate, his low eyes the epitome of lustful temptation.

“Take his shirt off.” Suguru orders.

He’s dragging Satoru’s pants down carefully while your hands fumble to remove his shirt. Satoru’s brows are furrowed as he watches the two of you work him.

Satoru’s cock springs out, precum already dribbling past his red sensitive tip. Your eyes are glued to the way Suguru handles him, his hand gripping the bottom of Satoru’s cock.

His eyes are closed when he sticks his tongue out, sliding it against the head of Satoru’s cock. Satoru groans loudly, the volume scaring you. When you toss a look back towards Satoru you notice his eyes squeezed shut, while his fists desperately try to cling onto your thighs and the sheets.

“Needy little thing, aren’t you?” Suguru murmurs, placing kisses up his shaft.

You dig your teeth into your lip, and turn back around to watch Suguru. You’ve never seen him go down on Satoru before. The sight is more delicious than anything you have come across so far. He opens his mouth and takes in Satoru’s cock, sliding down until he hits the back of his throat. Suguru opens his eyes to glance at you, and you feel like you’ve been caught red handed, but your desire makes you unable to look away.

Satoru’s moaning beneath you, his fingers clawing at your thigh as Suguru deep throats him. It's hard to tell what’s getting to you first. The sight of Suguru swallowing Satoru’s cock, or Satoru’s moans filling your ears. His volume only increases as Suguru speeds up. A symphony of whimpers and groans fill the space between the three of you. Suguru drags his head back up, Satoru’s cock bobbing against his lips. There’s a string of precum and saliva sticking to Suguru’s mouth, where he sticks his tongue out to disconnect it.

“Quiet him down, will you?”

He goes back down, sticking his tongue out as he places his lips around Satoru once more. You turn your head towards Satoru and watch his eyes roll back in his head, pleasure coursing throughout his body. You aren’t quite sure what Suguru meant, so you just lean over to kiss Satoru. He acts as if he’s starved for the action, his lips quickly chasing after yours as he reaches a hand up to cradle the back of your head.

He shoves his tongue in your mouth, groans silencing between the exchange of breaths. You nip at his bottom lip, causing a whimper to flow past his mouth into yours. His fingers dig into your hair, tugging as you kiss. You can hear Suguru behind both of you, the sounds of Satoru’s cock sliding down his throat making your head spin.

You pull back to breathe and watch Satoru beneath you. It’s easy to tell how close he must be getting.

“Get on top of his face sweetheart, I wanna see you ride his tongue.”

There’s a sparkle in Satoru’s eyes when Suguru says that. You almost wonder if the sentiment was for you at all, or if it was more for the men’s pleasure.

You shimmy your clothes off before turning around, throwing a leg over Satoru’s face. You’re facing Suguru, eyes locked onto the way he sucks Satoru.

“You wanna watch me while he fucks you with his tongue? Naughty girl.” Suguru prods, bringing his mouth away to bully you.

That’s exactly why you faced this way. You wanted to see how he took in Satoru, how he made his boyfriend cum in your absence.

Satoru sticks his tongue out, gliding it through your wet folds. He groans when he gets a taste of you. You were soaked. All the teasing and patiently waiting was getting to you. His hands hold your hips as he slides his tongue around your pussy. You let out a moan and begin to grind your hips down, humping his face as he attaches his lips to your clit. Suguru opens his mouth and drags his tongue up the side of Satoru’s cock, eyes never leaving yours. You dig your nails into Satoru’s chest, pulling your hands down to leave fresh red marks.

“There you go baby, does he feel good?” Suguru taunts.

You bite your lip and groan, Satoru’s warm mouth sucking your sensitive nub. You must be leaking all over his face now, but that only spurs him on further.

“You hear that Satoru? Making our girl feel so fucking good. Such a good boy, our good boy.”

Your mouth drops open as you listen to Suguru goad Satoru. The praise isn’t even for you, but it sends electricity coursing through your system all the same. Satoru’s fingers dig tighter into your hips, his moans muffling against your pussy.

Suguru wraps his lips around Satoru once more. Saliva is dripping past the sides of his mouth, coating Satoru as he sucks him.

You push your hips harder down against Satoru, your stomach tightening. He’s speeding up, his tongue dragging across your clit in an almost manic matter.

Suguru’s bobbing his head up and down on Satoru, throat moving as he swallows large amounts of the precum sliding down his throat. It feels like your head is spinning as you watch the event unfold. How did you get fortunate enough to witness something like this?

Satoru wraps his lips around your clit and gives a harsh suck, making you double over. He must know that you're close, probably clued in due to how much you were leaking onto his skin. You moan and push your hips over on his face, using his mouth to get you off.

It's close. You’re so close.

You can tell you aren’t the only one. Satoru’s whimpering is muffled against you as Suguru sucks him off. His eyes are pinched shut as he fucks Satoru with his throat. There’s a distinctive schlick noise resounding throughout the room, and if you focus on Suguru for long enough you can tell that it’s coming from him. His frame is shaking as he wraps a hand around his cock, jerking himself off to the sounds of his two lovers.

Satoru throws one hand down to grip the sheets, his fingers long and white knuckled as he digs into the bed. A thick black bang falls in front of Suguru as his head moves, covering a part of his eyes.

Satoru stills beneath you and you hear a wince from Suguru. It's hard to tell, but Satoru had cum and Suguru was desperately trying to swallow it all.

When he pulls away there’s strings of cum connecting his lips to Satoru’s cock, with some of it dripping from the corners of his mouth. His cheeks are bright red and he’s panting, trying to recover the lost oxygen Satoru had taken from him.

When he looks up at you, you almost pass out. His eyes are hooded as he raises his thumb, swiping the corners of his lips while he watches you. It’s so fucking lewd that it takes your breath away. You claw down Satoru’s chest as you feel your orgasm inch closer and closer.

When it hits, it hits hard. There is no warning, instead only a chorus of your moans bouncing off the walls of the room. Satoru guides you through it, sucking your clit harshly even when it begins to hurt.

Suguru’s watching you the entire time, only standing up once you finish and your heart is pounding. His cock is out and hard, dribbles of precum pouring from his neglected tip. You’re sliding off Satoru without even putting any effort in. It’s like there’s a magnet between you and Suguru, drawing you closer and closer to him.

Once you’re at the edge of the bed, centimeters away from him, he leans down to kiss you. He tastes like mint, and you put the pieces together that he must have gotten up to brush his teeth when he left the two of you. You can also taste Satoru’s cum in his mouth. It’s salty and savory, the flavor transferring from his saliva to yours. Suguru pulls away before you can ask for more.

“Get on your hands and knees, honey.”

You slide a tongue along your bottom lip and flip around, getting into position. Satoru’s beneath you, body completely still. He’s still breathing hard, eyes loopy from pleasure and oxygen deprivation.

“Hi,” you get out.

Satoru chuckles airlessly and looks up at you. “Hey.”

Suguru stands behind you, palms greedy as they ghost over the skin of your ass. He watches as globs of your cum pour from your cunt, making his throat dry. God, you’re fucking perfect.

Suguru grabs his cock and strokes it a couple of times before lining it up to your hole. He’s fantasizing about how tight you must be, even though you’re right in front of him.

Your eyes bore into Satoru’s face, hypnotized by his beauty. It feels like the three of you are the only ones in the world, everything else but a mere mirage. Satoru’s gaze can’t settle on one place, instead dancing around all of your features. It appears like he’s looking at something beautiful, something even more breathtaking than himself. But that can’t be right. Not when he’s the most beautiful thing to ever cross the earth.

Suguru dips his cock into you, your pussy quickly latching onto his length as he sinks in deeper. Your mouth widens, unable to focus as he stretches you out from behind. Satoru is quick to soothe your nerves, his hands sliding up your sides as his boyfriend eases into you.

“H-he’s so big, Satoru.”

“I know.” Satoru sounds breathless as he watches you, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip.

Suguru’s watching the way your pussy hungrily takes him in. He was a bit perturbed by Satoru waking him up, but he’s beginning to think he had the right idea. Suguru never wanted to stop.

Once he’s fully inside, your eyes roll back into your head. His cock is kissing your sensitive walls, nudging against each fiery nerve ending. He pulls back before thrusting himself back in, swearing under his breath at the moan you let out. Suguru knows he won’t last long, he was already getting close just from the noises you and Satoru were making, and you feel even better than he fucking remembered.

“F-fuck,” he moans, holding onto your hips as he slams into you.

You can’t focus. All you feel are Satoru’s hands on you and Suguru’s cock fucking into you. Satoru must be cooing praises at you from below, soft enough that only you can hear them, but it’s going over your head. Suguru pulls out until he’s slipped free, before slamming back into you. He’s straining his ears to hear your moans above his own, but it’s hard.

His vision is foggy as he watches your pussy grip onto him. When he looks up he can see bright blues poking up from underneath you, flicking over to him before flying back to your face. Suguru feels you clench once Satoru looks at you again, and it almost has him doubling over.

“Baby, you’re gonna make me-“ Suguru moans, his hips stuttering.

He doesn’t warn you as he’s cumming. His body stills as he pulls your ass against him, unleashing each drop of cum he has for you. His eyes are shaky as he winces, pulling his cock from your body. His cum dribbles out, white pouring from your cunt as it drips down.

The entire room is a mixture of all your breathing. Suguru chuckles before flicking his hair back, and stepping away to get a washcloth.

It takes everything in your being not to collapse on top of Satoru. He looks just as exhausted as you. Even so, his eyes shine like stars beneath your form.

You feel something rough slide between your legs, a towel Suguru had recruited in cleaning you up. It helps ease the discomfort of the warm liquid pouring from your hole. Once he’s done, you collapse on your side and take a deep breath. What a way to start the day.

Satoru stands up, sweat gleaning over his abs as he presses his lips against Suguru. It’s sweet, but it does leave you wondering where you fit in all this. At times you still felt like somewhat of an outsider, even though you know you shouldn’t.

“Guys?” You ask.

Satoru and Suguru look at you, mild confusion on their faces.

“What…are we?” You go on.

At the risk of feeling stupid, you’re unable to stop yourself. Both men turn around fully, blank expressions on their face.

“What are we?” Suguru repeats.

“Yeah, I mean like you guys are dating and I know we went on dates, and have done other things…” you trail off, the feeling of Suguru’s sticky residue between your thighs reminding you of what you’ve done. “But we’ve never said. If you don’t want it to be official that’s fine, I just want to know.” You tell yourself it would be fine if you were just a hookup to them, but you know that isn’t the truth.

Satoru barks out a laugh, his hearty reaction filling the room.

“You’re funny.” He sighs out, wiping a fake tear from his eye.

You furrow your brows and look at him. Was this a joke to him?

“I’m not j-“ you start.

“We would love if you joined us,” Suguru begins, walking closer to tilt your chin up with his finger. “We just didn’t say anything because we thought it was obvious.”

You pout, your eyes darting over to Satoru before looking back up at Suguru. Warmth spreads from the crown of your head to the bottom of your feet.

“I want to. Join you, I mean.”

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to say no to me.” Satoru teases.

“I can still take it back!” You call out after him, watching his backside as he makes his way to the shower to get ready for the day.

“I’m glad.” Suguru murmurs, leaning down to place a minty fresh kiss against your lips.

“Me too.” You reply, watching as he stands up straight.

Now that that was handled, as well as your other needs, you knew you would have to get ready for the day.

~~~

The sky was clear and blue today, the air surrounding the school much lighter than the day before. You and Satoru were in between classes, having decided on taking a walk for lunch. His shoulders are relaxed as he strolls beside you, unimportant conversation flowing between you. You feel bad that you aren’t fully invested right now. Your mind is too preoccupied with Suguru. He was so distraught last night. You were hoping he would feel better today, but you weren’t sure if that was the case. Suguru seemed like the type to normally mask his emotions, so you would have no way of knowing if he was upset or not.

You and Satoru wander up to a row of vending machines set out for the students. He has a couple of bills pulled out, eyes darting around to decide what to drink.

“What do you want?” He asks.

“I can pay for myself, don’t worry.”

Satoru side eyes you, his gaze flickering up and down while his lips are set straight. You aren’t able to see his eyes, but you can feel them. Like pin pricks and ice cold water.

“Nice try, what’re you having?”

You click your tongue and murmur a response, settling on a bottle of juice. Satoru lifts his fingers up to press the buttons, your drink and his soda falling down into the bottom.

“So uh, Suguru and I talked last night. He said he wanted to be a teacher.”

He leans down to pick them up, passing yours to you as he leans against the vending machine. He’s much taller than it, his head poking above it.

Satoru doesn’t respond, only popping open his soda and taking a sip. You play with the bottle in your hand.

“He said you didn’t want him to be one in case he went rogue.”

Satoru lets out a light laugh, kicking one of his legs out in front of him.

“Is that what he said?”

You open your juice and take a sip, careful in your approach.

“I didn’t want him to be a teacher because I know he’d have a hard time emotionally. Suguru cares too much about everyone. Not really convenient when you see students and your coworkers die. It would rip him apart. It wasn’t about him going rogue. I would be able to handle it if he did. I was just worried about him.” Satoru turns his head away. “Still am.”

“Do you think he’s capable of switching sides?”

Satoru opens his mouth before clamping it shut. You can tell that there must be a lot of history there, a lot of stuff left unsaid. You feel like you might be butting in where you shouldn’t, but it’s too late to back out now.

“Now? No. Before?” Satoru scratches the back of his neck. “Maybe.”

It almost knocks you off your feet when he says that. Suguru told you it was bad before, but part of you was hoping he may have been exaggerating. If Satoru agreed, then it must’ve been really bad.

“Does that scare you?” He questions.

You freeze in place. You don’t know how to answer that question. Does it scare you? No, not really. You were scared that someone as strong as Suguru could be an enemy, but you weren’t scared of him as a being. Suguru had only shown you love and warmth.

“No. I’m dating you, I don’t think much could scare me.”

“Mean.”

“Someone has to keep you humble.”

Satoru whines and knocks his foot against yours. You let out a chuckle and survey the campus, your eyes trailing over the many trees.

“I suppose we should get back to our classes.” You murmur, wishing you could stay with him instead.

“What, you’re done making fun of me?”

“For now.” You reply, turning away to head to your class. “Thanks for the drink!”

~~~

You have been teaching your students for the past two hours. Today was a mellow day, which was needed. The classroom was quiet as each student worked on a worksheet, allowing you time to sit back. It was about time for you to see how Kawaguchi and Itsuki were doing, the idea sending a shiver down your spine.

“I’m going to go check on something. Yuuta, you’re in charge while I’m gone.”

Yuuta’s eyes widen as you slip out from the classroom, leaving no room for debate.

Your shoulders feel light as you carry yourself down the hallway. The conversation from this morning was flowing easily through your head. You were actually a part of them now. You were in their relationship. It was a bit hard to decipher what that actually meant, and how things would change from now on. You were hoping nothing would change. Things were already perfect.

You release a heavy breath as you turn the halls, lifting your hand from your pocket to reach for Kawaguchi’s door. The metal is cold beneath your palm, biting into your skin as you turn it.

Empty.

The room is completely empty, devoid of any signs of life. You blink a couple times, as if that might make Kawaguchi magically reappear. It doesn’t. It feels like your stomach is full of lead, and your breathing is picking up. You run into the room and frantically look around in case he might be hiding anywhere. He’s not. There’s nothing in the room. Only a chair sits in the middle.

Your eyes fly to the door across the hall where Itsuki was placed. It feels like an out of body experience as you open the door to his room. Empty. Almost empty. There’s a piece of paper laying square in the middle of the floor. Your feet stumble over to it, gaze sweeping the paper as you read what was written.

“I’ll be waiting, Suguru.”

The room is spinning as you charge out the door, your feet bounding down the halls of Jujutsu High. The kids. All you can think about are the kids. You just saw them, but what if Kawaguchi and Itsuki snuck by you? You can’t breathe. You can’t fucking breathe. Yuuta’s a higher grade than you, but it doesn’t change the fact that you were in charge of them. You run to your classroom, feet skidding once you come to a stop in front.

Inumaki and Panda are in the front, writing something on the chalkboard as Yuuta and Maki watch in the front row.

“Oh! Hey,” Yuuta looks up towards you. He must see the alarm on your face, because his expression morphs. “Are you okay?”

They’re okay. You’re finally able to breathe as you assess each of their features. You didn’t want to leave them again, but there was somewhere else you had to go.

Without saying a word, you run to Satoru’s classroom. His voice is loud, bouncing off the walls as you approach closer and closer. He’s teaching his students, a rare occurrence, but it seems like everything is okay.

Satoru’s head snaps up the second you reach his classroom. His mouth drops instantly while he takes you in, as he quickly sees that something is wrong.

“What?” His voice has an edge to it, sharp like a blade.

“K-Kawaguchi and Itsuki.” You breathe heavily. “They’re gone.”

The first years look clueless as they sit in their seats, their eyes darting back and forth between you and Satoru. You can tell Satoru must be calculating his next move. It only takes half a second before he’s headed toward you, throwing an order out over his shoulder.

“Megumi, keep watch over everyone.”

Megumi dips his head in acknowledgement, before the other two begin to argue over each other about why they can’t be in charge. You don’t stick around long enough to listen to their reasonings.

Satoru follows you out of the hall as you explain the situation to him. His lips are spread in a thin line as he listens, discontentment clear on his face.

“I’m going to search for them. Go report to Yaga so we can put the school on lockdown.”

The idea of telling Yaga that the men escaped seemed daunting. It was a group effort to keep an eye on them, but you couldn’t help feeling personally responsible.

“Satoru-“ you grab his wrist and stop.

Satoru whips around, eyes drawn to your skin against his before he looks up at your face.

“They left a note. For Suguru.” You explain, pulling out the crumpled piece of paper.

Satoru quickly reads it before his nose pinches in revulsion.

“Don’t tell Suguru about that.”

“What? Why?”

You barely get the words out before Satoru is gone. He must have teleported to his next location, which almost irks you a bit. Why couldn’t you tell Suguru about the note? He was just as involved in this as you were. You stuff the paper into your pocket before heading off to Yaga’s office.

When you get there, he’s filling out paperwork at his desk. He looks relaxed, his elbow propped up as he writes. You felt horrible for interrupting him, knowing it would turn his mood upside down.

“Yaga, Kawaguchi and Itsuki are gone.”

He drags his eyes up to you and slams his pen down.

“God damn it!”

“Satoru is looking for them right now.” You say, playing with the piece of paper in your hand.

It would be smart to tell Yaga about it.

You don’t.

“We’ll shut the school down, and employ other sorcerers in the search.” Yaga replies, running his hand against his mouth.

If that many people were going to look for them, there was a good chance they would be caught.

~~~

Suguru’s had a long day. He exorcized five curses since the three of you got out of bed this morning, and he was sore. He was grateful his technique was so strong, but he couldn’t ignore how physically draining it was.

His stomach was turning over and his throat was killing him. No matter how much gum he had, it still didn’t get rid of the awful taste tainting his mouth.

It was 11 pm and Satoru still wasn’t home. It was late, but not by Satoru’s standards. Oftentimes he wouldn’t be home until 2 am. It bugged Suguru that Satoru rarely had breaks, but he’s grown used to it. He hopes Satoru hasn’t. He wants Satoru to want for more.

Suguru didn’t have anything else to do, so he decided to go outside and wait. He’s been sitting downstairs next to the entrance for the past couple of hours, his back leaning against the building's wall as he watches groups of people pass by.

Suguru’s nursing a cigarette in between his fingers, occasionally bringing it up to his lips where he takes long drags. He watches normal people pass by in increments. Each of them were living peaceful lives. He didn’t need to ask to know that. None of them had the same worry lines etched in their faces, the same heavy drag of their feet.

Something shifts in the air, and that’s when he knows Satoru must be home.

Suguru’s eyes search through the bundles of people before he finds his boyfriend, his tall body maneuvering through the crowds. Suguru doesn’t even need to talk to him to know that he’s exhausted. Satoru’s shoulders are hunched, and his blindfold is clutched between his fingers.

Satoru stops in front of Suguru, looking down into his eyes. Suguru is quiet as Satoru plucks the cigarette from his hand, dropping it to the cement before stepping on it with his foot. Suguru follows the action with his gaze, neither upset nor surprised.

“Welcome home.” Suguru speaks.

“What’re you doing out here?”

“Waiting for you.” Suguru’s voice is flat as he replies.

Suguru stands, now eye to eye with Satoru. He reaches out and brushes his white bangs back, lips twisting when Satoru winces. Satoru leans forward and presses his lips against Suguru before pulling away, only looking mildly offended at the taste of tobacco on his lover's tongue.

Suguru grabs hold of Satoru’s hand and leads him upstairs, quiet the entire way back to their apartment. The second they step inside, Suguru dims the lights. He knows just how to take care of Satoru. He’s got it down to a science, his method perfect after years of practice.

Satoru slides onto the stool at their bar, watching as Suguru walks around the kitchen. His head is pounding, the effects of his six eyes already plaguing him. Suguru searches through a cabinet before pulling out a king size chocolate bar, tossing it over his shoulder without glancing towards Satoru. He can hear the plastic make contact with his palms before it’s ripped open, pieces being shoved into his mouth.

Satoru mumbles a ‘thank you’, which makes Suguru smile softly. He’s worked on Satoru’s manners over the years. Suguru’s quite proud, he’s the one who hounded him over it. Now isn’t the time to be polite though, he knows this. His boyfriend is in pain.

Suguru retrieves another blindfold from their bedroom, one that is much more thick. Satoru desperately reaches for it before tying it around his head, a bit too tight. Suguru furrows his brows and looks away, head hurting just from watching the action.

“Any luck?” Suguru asks softly, careful not to speak too loudly.

He knew that Kawaguchi and Itsuki had gone missing. You called the second your meeting with Yaga was over. Satoru had been searching for hours, so Suguru assumed he didn't find anything.

He grabs ingredients from the fridge and cabinet as he begins to cook Satoru a meal filled with sugar. He used to tease Satoru on his intake, but overtime he slowly learned the real reason. Satoru didn't eat like a five year old because he wanted to. He ate like that because he had to.

Satoru’s on the last piece of his candy once he begins to talk.

“No. I couldn’t find any trace of their cursed energy nearby.”

Suguru looks up from his task to catch a glimpse of Satoru. He looks a little less pained now, creases no longer decorating his forehead.

“I’m proud of you for looking that hard, though.” Suguru gives compliments to Satoru like he has an abundance of them. He understands no one cares to ask Satoru how he’s doing, or to inform him that he’s doing a good job.

Suguru knows Satoru must be irritated because he doesn’t have a witty response immediately.

“Where would they have gone? And why are they so good?” Satoru rambles.

“Do you think they used their techniques to escape?”

“It wouldn’t match either of them. There must be more people involved. I don’t understand how they could have flown under our radar, though.” Satoru responds.

Suguru finishes cooking and slides the plate over to Satoru. He quickly wipes up the counter, and tosses the towel over his shoulder. Suguru watches Satoru dig in, his large frame leaned over as he devours his cooking.

“So they just left? They didn’t say anything weird this morning?” Suguru asks, leading up to his next question. “Didn’t leave anything behind?”

“No.” Satoru responds.

The ease at which he lied to Suguru bugged him. Suguru lets out a chuckle and rounds the counter, standing next to Satoru.

“I know about the note.” Suguru says your name. “She told me.”

Satoru remains expressionless as he looks up at Suguru.

“You can’t lie to me, Satoru. Not when we all need to be working together.”

“I lied to protect you.”

Suguru feels the heat of a fight coming on. They didn't fight often. Argued, sure. But rarely did they fight. The two saw eye to eye more often than not, and when they didn’t they would appreciate each other's differences.

“I don’t need your protection, Satoru!” Suguru’s tone rises. “I know you’re used to protecting everyone and doing everything by yourself, but I don’t need it. You may be stronger, but I’m fully capable of handling myself.”

Satoru pulls back, the sound of Suguru’s frustration clawing at his insides. He knew damn well how capable Suguru was. He wasn’t worried about how physically strong he was, he was worried about how strong he was mentally. It was obvious that Suguru was still rattled by the conversation with Itsuki. Satoru didn’t want to risk Suguru’s mind becoming affected, not when it was the best part about him.

“You knowing doesn’t change anything,” Satoru argues back, even though he really knows he shouldn’t.

Suguru had a right to be angry. But Satoru feels the need to fight back anyway.

“Yes, it does. If I’m going to help, which I am going to, I need to know every detail of the case. If they have some weird fascination with me we could use that to our advantage-“

“We are not doing that. I just need a little more time and I’ll-“

“God, Satoru!” Suguru walks away, slamming his towel on the counter.

The two men look at each other, feelings being conveyed even though Suguru couldn’t see Satoru’s eyes.

He knows that Satoru doesn’t think any less of him. Satoru is used to taking care of problems by himself. That doesn’t change how pissed off Suguru is. They have been a pair since highschool. He wants Satoru to lean on him.

“I’m going to help whether you like it or not. I’ll get my information from Yaga and our girlfriend, or from you.”

The term girlfriend slides effortlessly off Suguru’s tongue. Satoru has to suppress a shudder at the sound.

Satoru looks up at Suguru for a moment longer, before clicking his tongue and looking away. By all accounts, he knows Suguru is right. They need all the help they can get. It’s just irritating Satoru. This should be a piece of cake for him. Why is it so difficult?

“I’m going to go back out searching first thing in the morning. Do you want to come with me?” Satoru reluctantly offers.

Suguru’s face softens, the truce settling in the dust.

“I would love to,” Suguru squeezes Satoru’s arm. “We should head to bed, we have an early morning ahead of us.”

Satoru’s lips lift slightly, before he gets up to put his plate away. Suguru was right, they did have a long day ahead of them.

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HOW YOU GET THE GIRL | CL16

— 03. THE DRAMA

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summary: in which charles has an embarrassing crush on alex's childhood best friend and everyone meddles. content warnings: faceclaim is taylor hill but you can picture her as you’d like! some cursing and a tiny bit of angst because why not. time jump of a month approx.

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user66 uh excuse me? the second slide???

user67 IS THAT CHARLES ???? user68 I THINK SO

alex_albon i feel betrayed.

yourusername stop being so dramatic

user69 my parents are together i still can’t believe it

user70 oh my god okay it’s happening

user71 everybody stay calm OH MY GOD user72 are they together? user71 girl go on twitter and see

landonorris let’s play and see who’s better

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user74 lol we don’t even know if they’re dating user75 they kissed in front of thousand of people AND on live tv what are you talking about

user76 he’s too good for her

user77 who is she anyway. user78 stop being so childish, he’s never gonna date u

user79 who wouldn’t want to date her i mean just look at her

user80 all these people saying charles is too good for her like ??? SHE’S too good for him

user81 she will get bored in a few days mark my words

danielricciardo Ok but who won?

charles_leclerc i won! yourusername charlie don’t lie maxverstappen1 I don’t believe anything he says ever since I won fair and square playing FIFA and he threw the controller at me. landonorris he did that to you too? pierregasly that’s nothing. he threw a padel racket at my head, i still don’t remember anything from that day. charles_leclerc ffs shut up yourusername leave him alone you bullies

user82 i love how all the drivers are calling charles out lol

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“that’s not how you make pasta!” you’re dying with laughter at seeing charles trying to cook.

“i asked you if i could cook!” charles can’t help but join you in your laughter, leaving the burned pasta aside.

“because you said you knew how to!”

“you better not believe anything i say.” he takes a sip of wine. the one he brought alongside the beautiful flowers that are now adorning your terrace.

“not even when you say how much you like me?” you pout, looking at him beneath your eyelashes.

charles walks the short distance to where you are sitting in the kitchen counter and you happily make room for him between your legs, arms finding your waist in no time.

“you should a hundred percent believe that.”

“mh i don’t know,” you tease, playing with his soft hair. god, you love his hair so much. “i think you should show me.”

“oh i’m definitely going to do that.”

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user83 that’s one hell of a bouquet

user84 charles knows what he’s doing

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user85 i wanna be her so bad :(

user86 If it weren’t for Charles nobody would know who she is. He put her on the map.

user87 this is a grown ass man by the way user 88 i swear to god men are so in love with charles is getting kinda scary

carmenmmundt What a beautiful picture 💛

user89 tired of her comment section being all about charles

user90 fr like they forget she’s her own person user91 I just know she doesn’t like this at all, she’s always speak up about these kind of things user92 if this were to happen the other way around everyone would be insulting her

user93 CHARLES IS WITH HER RN OHMYGOD

user94 what are you taking about user93 LOOK AT CHARLES STORIES HE LITERALLY JUST POSTED THE PICTURES user95 if it wasn’t for the close up of the flowers we wouldn’t even know they’re together user96 he def did it on purpose

user97 the boys, the girls, the gays, they all like Y/N

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note: hiii besties, take this as an early new years present! this was supposed to be posted after dec 31st but couldn’t leave it in the drafts. there is at least one or two more chapters, so if you still wanna be added to the taglist let me know! <3

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cocoadropp · 1 year ago

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pls pls pls write one where a waiter keeps flirting with y/n and she ignores his advances and eren gets so proud that he takes her home and rewards her for being a good girl AHHHH!!

ughhhhh 😩😩

Eren decided to take you to a nice dinner on a Saturday evening, your hair freshly done, nails freshly done, eyelashes freshly did just during the morning and the afternoon just for this day, just for this date. You loved looking good with your man because he also looked good as well, he got fair compliments as well as you and maybe you even more so, i mean who wouldn’t like a woman like you with a body like that?

Your black dress sat nicely, pushing your boobs together with your gold chain on, ysl heels clicking against the marble like floor while you waited for your waitress to come. “I like the restaurant layout, it’s nice.” You hum, lips pouting with your chin in hand. Then you look at your man, hair down, face clear and lips pink spreading into a gentle smile. He also worn his gold chain, wanted to be like you, but his has your name.

Something about the way your necklace has no trance of Eren’s name but his do made butterflies form in his stomach, like you had him on a leash. Your eyes looks down at his black button up shirt, ironed and clean. You bit your glossed lips but was interrupted by your waiter. “Hello, i’m Nathan and i will be you guys waiter for today. May i start with your drinks…ma’am?” Eren side eyes the waiter like you guys weren’t here together so he should have suggested the drinks together.

He brushed it off as thinking it was some type of mannerism. “Mhm yes, i’d like a blueberry pomegranate lemonade. Whatd’ you want baby?” You smile and eren takes notice you also notice the mans attention towards you. “I’d like water, for now.” He hums, and the waiter stays there for a second, looking at you and then moves away. You go back simply looking through the menu humming along to the piano music in the back.

It wasn’t long before the man came back, with only one drink. And you would of known, it was only yours. “Hm, wheres the water?” You asked as you sat up, the man blushes and fidget on his toes. “Oh silly me, I must’ve forgotten, distracted by a beauty.” you frown and roll your eyes, “yes my boyfriend really is a beauty.” You laugh slightly and the man stands still giving eren a glance as he sits there smiling at the man. “O-oh im not gay i was t-talking about-,” you scoff and told him to go the water.

“It’s so hard being a sexy woman eren, im tired already.” You fake yawn. Eren bites his lip and nods a little. You almost thought eren was upset, thinking if you said anything that may have made the waiter think you were head over hills, but that was before you got home, before you even stepped foot through the door.

You were slammed against the wall behind the front door, wet lips kissing against your coco butter smelling neck. “O-oh gosh.” You breath, barely even understanding what just happened. “My pretty baby, so loyal and so fucking sexy.” He groans in your neck. Grabbing on your thick thighs and spreading them, your heels click against the floor when you almost stumble over. “H-ha t-thank you,” you moan when his hand goes and cups around your fat lips through your red laced panties.

“Had me hard in the restaurant baby, just f-for fuckin breathing.” He rubs two fingers on your swollen clit that throbbed, “wanna please you so good right now, for being such a good girl yea? you so pretty baby, tell me what you want. I swear to you i’ll do it.”

Thats what has you face down and ass in the air on the edge of the bed while Eren stands, fucking your sloppy pussy while both of your hands spread your ass cheeks, seeing your wetness all over his dick, he moves his dick out slowly only to thrust back in harshly, shoving every inch up in you just to hear you gasp and grip on your own ass. One of his hands move up your back and grip the back of your neck and his thrust turns faster, now hitting you all up in your spot that has your toes curling.

“R-right there daddy.” Your moans turn quiet, now only your mouth open and drool on your pillow. “Right there baby? It feels good right there?” He says it so sweetly and nice as he kept his pace up, spitting on your tight hole that never been touched and he circles his thumb right there, your pussy clenches around him and his moans, moving his hand from your neck just to smack your ass. He shoves the tip of his thumb in your hole and you moan loudly,

Moving back and forth on his thick dick, creaming on it, “D-daddy! m’cumming, pl-please ugh fuck.” Your crying now, you move one of your hands from your ass cheek to your clit and start rubbing furious circles on it, you felt your stomach feeling funny before the wetness begin to seek out of it through your finger tips. You sniffled and cried. “Yea mama, just like that. Such a good girl for me hm? Deserve the world pretty. mhm deserve it all.”

“I’m almost finished with you baby. 2 more.”

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ch0k3herwithaseaview · 8 months ago

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@jegulus-microfic | june 1 pride | words: 896

“Have you heard that Amelia ran into Regulus Black and Dorcas Meadows on the Astronomy Tower last night?”

“What? Is he cheating on Pandora then?”

“He’s with Pandora? I swear I saw him snogging Lily Evans in the library the other day.”

“Bullshit, she’s muggleborn; his parents would kill him if they found out!”

“Yeah, but he’s still Sirius’ brother, so he’s probably just as rebellious as him.”

Such conversations were everything Regulus could hear lately, as if his dating life were any of other people's business. He knew it was all made up, and he ignored them, even if they became louder and louder every day.

It wouldn’t bother him that much if he was a casanova who craved such rumours about himself. But he was not a casanova; he didn’t even care about women in that way; he much rather preferred men.

And that was the problem, wasn’t it? If he said it to anyone besides his friends, he would be eaten alive—first by his classmates, then by his family. Even if the wizarding world didn’t care about who was sleeping with whom, Regulus was still one of the heirs to The Most Ancient and Noble House of Black—of course, his coming out as gay would become the biggest scandal of the century.

All of this to say, he kept his mouth shut and let people talk shit about his love life so his everyday life was safe.

“You know,” James said one night, when they laid on Regulus’ bed cuddling. “If they’re bothering you, we could start some nasty rumour, like that you have chlamydia.” The younger boy chuckled at that.

“I think I’ll pass; I prefer them talking about me like I’m some kind of slag,” he replied softly, brushing hair from James’ forehead.

Regulus felt good and safe while with James. He wished he could feel like that all the time, but only the thought of holding his boyfriend’s hand in the corridor full of people made his guts turn.

So, he made peace with people talking about him. It might’ve been irritating, stupid, and untrue, but he preferred it over whatever would come after those people found out about his actual relationship.

It went on for most of his fifth year—in the daylight he would be presumed fuck boy who had every girl at Hogwarts in his bed; at night he became a little twink in love with the Gryffindor’s Golden Boy.

One day in June, during dinner, some older Slytherin girl waved at him to come to her.

“Go on, Reggie! I wonder what she would want from you,” Barty snickered, pushing Regulus in the girl’s direction. The funniest thing was that Barty knew about Regulus and James' relationship, but he still liked to put the younger boy in situations like this that only fueled the rumours.

He strode off, stopping when he reached her.

“Hello,” he said coldly, “can I help you with anything?”

“Hi, yes, actually,” she answered excitedly. “So, we were wondering which of Meadows, Rosier, and Evans you’re dating. Would you be a darling and clarify it for us?” She finished her question, obnoxiously batting her eyelashes. He didn’t even know her; why would he even want to clarify anything to her?

His eyes went to the other side of the room, spotting that lovely smile of his boyfriend’s. He wished he could point at James and say, ‘That one, I’m dating that one’. Oh, how he wished he could just—

A quiet voice in his head whispered, ‘The only one stopping you is yourself; just go’. He considered it for a second.

Ah, fuck it.

Regulus cleared his throat and looked at the girl with a mean smile. “Yes, actually, I could clarify it for you,” and with that, he turned on his heel and walked away in the direction of the Gryffindor’s tabel.

He could hear his heart pounding, feel his hand shaking a little, and his face turning red more and more with every step, but he wasn’t a coward; he wasn’t backing down now. When James turned his head in Regulus’ direction, his face went pale, like he was seeing a ghost. But Regulus still wasn’t backing down.

In no time, he reached the older boy and, without thinking, pulled him by the neck to kiss him thoroughly. And when their lips collided, it was like nothing else mattered. Even when James needed a second to register what was happening and relax, it was the best thing Regulus had ever felt. And when his boyfriend’s hand touched his cheek and the other one grabbed his thigh, the world around them collapsed, and there were only the two of them.

After another minute (or hour, who knows), they pulled away to get some air, and that’s when Regulus noticed it—James eyes were sparkling with so much love and pride that Regulus could only giggle like a lovesick eleven-year-old. In return, James chuckled softly, caressing the other’s cheek gently.

And then it got to Regulus what he just did. At first, he felt like he might be sick, but a second later, that quiet voice from earlier said, ‘Fuck it, you’re free now’.

And on that note, he looked up at the girl on the other side of the room and shouted, “Is it clear enough now?”

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ryiju-muunie · 10 months ago

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Can I be your favorite?

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top!Suguru Geto/bottom!Satoru Gojo Warnings: size kink, gojo is a gay trans twink, MPREG (this is a major theme), bottom gojo, top geto, hickies, biting, possessive geto, pussy eating, bottom growth sucking, breeding kink, creaming, multiple orgasms, dumbification, gojo cannot walk after this, dacryphilia, creampie Word count: 2685 DESC: Gojo wants to get pregnant

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“What. I’m not impregnating you. That’s irresponsible,” Suguru narrowed his eyes at his best friend. They had known each other for more than ten years, so Satoru proposing pregnancy wasn’t weird so much as it was … financially a bad idea. Suguru wasn’t against the idea of having sex with his best friend. He just wasn’t so sure about the baby's aspect. I mean, babies are a lot of work! Were they both ready for such a commitment?

“Suguru…” Satoru looked to the side, a frown pulling down on his perfectly glossed lips, “Isn’t the next step after marriage babies?”

“We’re not married,” he sighed, shaking his head as he spoke.

“Not yet! I’m planning ahead,” Gojo leaned back against the couch the two of them shared. Being roommates they opted for one of everything. They’ve always shared, so it didn’t matter much to them. The same couch, the same laptop, the same bed.

Satoru loved that they shared things. They’d even share women if he wasn’t gay and utterly in love with Suguru- but anyway. He wouldn’t ever admit that fact though. He didn’t want to ruin their perfect friendship, so this was pushing it. They’d done things before. Satoru would help his best friend if he had a boner that only a hlowjob would quench. And Suguru would practice his oral skills on Satoru’s tender spot. Purely platonic.

“Satoru,” Suguru looked over at him with low eyes, purring his name as if it was a prayer, “You want me to fuck you until you’re pregnant?” He raised a dark eyebrow, purple eyes sizing him up. His best friend had always been the smaller of the two. A smaller frame but a huge personality was what Suguru would describe him as.

The white-haired man swallowed. He didn’t have to word it like that. He didn’t have to word it in a way that made his cunt suddenly soaked. God, Suguru didn’t know the hold he had over his best friend. Just the way he spoke was enough to turn Satoru on beyond belief. He needed his meaty cock inside his walls now, or he’d explode. Satoru already knew his friend was hung; I mean he couldn’t fit him inside his mouth entirely! So imagine him deep inside his vagina????? God, it was too much. He could practically see the little bulge in his tummy from how big he'd be, basically fucking Satoru’s cervix.

“Now now…” Suguru closed their shared laptop and set it on the side table, turning his attention to the smaller man. His eyes fluttered closed, rows of thick black eyelashes brushing against his skin, “Don’t get all quiet on me now, Toru.”

“Suguru….” Satoru whined quietly, biting back on his bottom lip to stop a louder whimper from coming out, “Maybe.” He turned his body, bringing his knees up and over the couch and spreading them out. Barely touching his feet against Suguru’s side.

“Maybe what? Use your words,” Suguru put two hands on either side of Satoru’s body, leaning forward against him on the couch. Maneuvering himself to be on top of his friend, “Don’t make me fuck your request out of you, Toru.” He rasped slowly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Gojo closed his eyes and ran his hand up from his side to Suguru’s back, pulling him closer, “Make me pregnant- you know…”

“No, I don’t,” Geto opened his eyes and stared at him, purple irises waiting for an answer.

“Fill me up till I can’t walk- you’re being an asshole,” he pouted, raising his hand and lightly smacking his best friend on the back of the forehead.

Suguru let out a laugh and leaned his head forward against his friend's collarbone, “I’m sorry. Why don’t I make it up to you?” He lifted his head and pressed his lips against Satoru’s neck. At first, it was sweet, just a shallow kiss. Then Satoru felt his teeth bite down on his supple skin, biting and sucking to create a hickey. He gasped and wrapped his arms around Suguru’s head, pulling him in deeper.

“Asshole…” he whimpered, closing his eyes to fully enjoy this sensation. It hurt so good. The feeling of Geto biting just to get a rise of him was so hot.

Geto pulled back and wiped his mouth with his arm, admiring his work. A sloppy purple mark was forming against his friend's neck. And he wasn’t done. He pushed Satoru’s head to the left to get a better view of the skin before he bit down. He skipped the pleasantries and got straight into the meat of the exchange. Biting. He bit and sucked different spots, marking Gojo in a way that showed he was Suguru’s. And only Suguru’s

“F-fuck please…” Satoru whimpered, the biting sensation becoming too much. His skin was practically on fire. All he wanted was just Suguru rubbing against his huge swollen clit. Ever since he started testosterone he had become so sensitive that just touching it without any cover hurt. But he didn’t care. He needed to feel his big fingers.

“Desperate boy…” Suguru purred, pulling back to stare up at Satoru, “Why don’t I kiss those pretty lips?” Satoru nodded, his bottom lip jutting out from his pout. His best friend leaned forward and pressed their lips together in a chaste kiss. They had done this before, it was obvious. But never like this. It was never this hot. It was never this… good.

Suguru tilted his head and deepened the kiss, opening his mouth. Gojo let him do whatever he possibly could, just reveling in the taste of his best friend. The love of his life. His one and only. He moaned into the kiss, turning his head in the opposite direction as Suguru. They molded their mouths together in a perfect dance, with their tongues barely ghosting each other. Just tasting each other would be enough to make Suguru cum in his pants, if he was honest. He’d been wanting this for so long and now he had it, he was going to make sure Satoru wasn’t going to walk for the next few days.

Suguru pulled back from the kiss and pushed Satoru back, moving downwards to pull down his pants. His best friend didn’t fight it, in fact, Satoru helped him get those stubborn jeans off. There he was, a perfect pussy veiled by perfect pink underwear.

“Pink? Really?” Suguru looked up at him and smiled, running an index finger down the middle of his underwear to feel the wetness through the cloth.

“Sh..shut up,” he mumbled, looking away. A hazy blush filled his cheeks, creating a fuzzy feeling in his face where he couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re so wet. You want to be filled up so bad, huh? You want to be a daddy so bad?” Suguru teased, pressing two fingers down where he assumed the bottom growth was. He knew he was right when Satoru’s breath hitched and his head leaned back against the armrest of the couch.

“Please… Sugu..mm f-fuck,” Satoru whimpered, putting his own hand over the top of Suguru’s, pressing it down further.

“Patience is a virtue, Satoru,” he smiled, leaning down to become face-to-face with his pussy. Two fingers pulled the underwear to the side and god was he gorgeous. Suguru never found himself attracted to genitals before. But he couldn’t help but stare at this cunt. It was perfect. His labia was an outer one, which complimented his perfect bottom growth. He’d never eaten out someone with an outer labia until he met Satoru, and he’d never admit it but that was his favorite kind to eat out. He loved to feel the plush lips against his face as he sucked and licked, taking them all into his mouth or focusing purely on the engorged clit. It was … fun!

His long tongue escaped his mouth and licked up from the hole up to the clit, just to see Satoru’s reaction. He tensed and grabbed a fist full of Suguru’s hair, biting his lip to stop a loud noise from coming out. Suguru smiled and pressed his face into the cunt, eating away as if he was a man starved of this for centuries. He ate as if there was no tomorrow. As if this was his last meal. As if he’d never eat this again.

“F-Sugu! Mmm.. f.. s-shit,” Satoru yelped, arching his back forward. He curled inwards, before arching back and grinding his hips against the other's face. He knew exactly how to make him cum within seconds. He knew exactly how to make Satoru squirm and beg for more.

Suguru was hard beyond belief, so hard he began to lightly grind himself against the couch. Just anything to get off to the sound of Gojo’s perfect voice, raising an octave when he hit the perfect spot. Two of his large hands snaked around his hips, bringing him closer. He was glued to this cunt, sucking and licking until he couldn’t anymore. Oh, but he still wasn’t done. Even if Satoru was sensitive and even if he was to the point of passing out, Suguru would still go. He wanted to be milked completely dry from his best friend's perfect pussy.

“P..please,” Satoru moaned, leaning his head back and trailing one arm up his side. He traced up his own chest and grabbed onto the collar of his shirt, trying to grab anything to steady himself from this pleasure.

“Since you asked so nicely…” Suguru smiled, leaning back and using one hand to spread apart his folds, before sticking his tongue deep into his best friend's hole. While his tongue fucked Satoru, he relished in the taste. Then he pulled out to focus on his clit. Going back and forth and back and forth to satisfy his urges.

Satoru couldn’t keep the impending orgasm back any longer and he found himself cuming onto Suguru’s tongue within seconds of him performing this ritual on his cunt. But Suguru didn’t stop the dance with his mouth for a few more moments just to make him increasingly more sensitive.

“Dick…” Satoru murmured, closing his eyes gently.

“Just for you,” Suguru smiled and sat up, pressing a kiss on his friend's pubic bone before going to undo his own belt, “Let’s get to baby-making, Toru.”

Satoru opened one of his eyes and a lazy smile appeared on his lips as he watched his best friend's dick fall out from his underwear. Big and throbbing, leaking with precum just for him. If he had the strength, he’d run a hand over the shaft and start to fuck him with his hands. But he was starting to realize walking was going to be a challenge after today. The tip pushed against Gojo’s bottom growth, making him hiss at the sensation. Suguru knew what he was doing, taking his time and letting his dick graze up and down Satoru’s folds.

“M..meanie,” Satoru grabbed at his shirt again, raising it to show his chest. Scars ran along the top of his chest, edging down to his armpit. Then the same on the other side. Top surgery. He was so thankful he had it at that moment for the fact that wearing a binder while being fucked would be incredibly uncomfortable.

“What? You want me to thrust in there without letting you adjust? I’m not cruel…” Suguru cooed, placing one of his hands on Satoru’s stomach, “I want to feel you stretch to fit my cock… even if it takes a bit.” Satoru bit back a moan and nodded, feeling his friend push his dick deeper into him. First the head then slowly the shaft followed suit. God just the feeling of himself getting stretched was making him increasingly more aroused.

Then Suguru saw the small bulge forming on his stomach. Right where his meaty cock sat, was shown by protruding fat on his best friend's tummy. “Fuck… you’re gonna milk me, huh? Milk me dry, huh?” He slowly forced himself further in until the base was almost touching Satoru’s cunt, then he pulled back, then slammed forward.

Satoru gasped and reached his hand out for Suguru’s, grasping it tightly. Then he slammed his hips again and another whimper came out of the twink. His rhythm started slow and precise, but his tight walls were making it hard to concentrate. The urge to cum- the need to fill up Satoru was greater than any pleasurable feeling he’d experienced before. He wanted to make him pregnant and fill him with his own luscious seed. Who cares if people look? Who cares if some might find it weird? It didn’t matter to Suguru at all.

With that, he felt a pang of pleasure shoot up his cock and it twitched cumming into his best friend. He couldn’t even last two minutes with the thought of impregnating Satoru. Hot cum coated his friends' walls and made him squirm with pleasure. Being filled up was a feeling he never knew he needed, and doing the filling was a thing Suguru didn’t know he craved.

“Sugu.. mm.. we-we’re good..” Satoru mumbled, opening his blue eyes fully to stare up at his best friend. White eyelashes fluttered a few times and a few strands of hair fell overtop his forehead. How could he finish now? How could he finish without ruining him? He wanted Satoru to cry and beg for mercy. He needed it. Suguru… needed it.

“Toru… milk me,” Suguru murmured, leaning forward to be in more of a missionary pose. He rested himself atop Satoru and pressed his face into his friend's neck, “Please. Let me have this…” he looked up to find Satoru staring back at him. He nodded a few times and closed his eyes, giving Suguru all the permission he’d need.

With that, Suguru began to thrust again. But this time, he wasn’t taking any care to be slow or savor it. He’d already savored enough. Now it was rough and strong, less delicate or precise. His mouth found Satoru’s and pressed a long kiss to it. Opening his own mouth to search for Toru’s tongue. They found each other and met with an erotic dance, causing a deep moan to erupt from Suguru. He wasn’t very vocal in bed, as the white-haired male came to find out. He wouldn’t moan as much as he would groan and speak sweet nothings.

Now it was different. Now he needed to be loud. Now he desperately needed to be loud. Another moan came out, complimenting Satoru’s constant whimpers and whines. He was past the point of making a coherent sentence.

All he was spouting was nonsense like “Please fuck me Daddy” and “harder harder!!” Joking… it really sounded like:

“Mm.. s-sugu.. ah-hah.. fu..mmm ha..harder d-daddy.. f..fuck,” Satoru gasped and cried out, burrowing his head deep into Suguru’s neck. He bit down on the skin involuntarily, being so wrapped in pleasure he could barely stand to see. Suguru let out another groan, laughing breathlessly at this entire situation. He hadn’t expected this at all when Satoru had asked him to talk in the living room. And he hadn’t expected to want this so bad.

“Toru… f-fuck I love you.. god, I love you.. I love you..” Suguru started to moan, coming close to his own climax again, “Let’s mm- let’s have a baby,” he grunted, snapping his hips into Gojo’s cunt again.

Satoru in response babbled something along the lines of I love you, before he tensed and bucked his hips up. It was clear from his face and the tensing of his pussy he was cuming. It was too much for Suguru and he came as well. The two of them molded as one and rode out their highs on one another.

The two of them loved each other, and this was the first step in their new life together. Even if people stared. And even if it was strange to some. They didn’t care. All they needed were each other. I don’t know…. Mpreg can be sweet sometimes.

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