Family: “why Are You Just Sitting In Ur Room Smiling At Ur Phone?”

THREE’S A CROWD.

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Synopsis. Satoru's a firm believer that his polygamous fantasies involving Suguru and his girlfriend would never come true under any circumstances… until one night it does.

WC. 11.5k

Genre. NSFW, alternative universe.

Warnings. M/F/M, M/M/F, sub!gojo, dom!geto, switch! reader, cuckolding, oral (male and female receiving), ass play, anal (male receiving), vibrator, double vaginal penetration, biting (hickeys), dry humping, unprotected sex, spanking, spitting, dirty talk, praising, overstimulation, hair pulling, cum eating.

MASTERLIST

In the tapestry of life, Satoru would like to think of himself as a good friend. The best friend.

His relationship with Geto Suguru transcends a passive bond, to say the least. Like alternating piano keys, there’s a captivating sense of contrasts and commonalities; Satoru, who brings spontaneity and vibrancy, is often balanced by Suguru’s grounded nature. They are two diverse personalities that somehow created a compatible dynamic, eventually belonging to opposite sides of the same coin.

The universal law states that true friends wouldn’t double cross each other, betray each other's secrets or ignore one another during a time of need. And a friend most definitely wouldn’t have an embarrassing crush on the other, let alone their girlfriend too.

By all means, it wasn’t intentional. And if Satoru could control his emotions by keeping a lid on it, he’d have no qualms of doing so. It’s been three years since his best friend had been swept off his feet by the beauty and charisma of a certain woman. And Satoru couldn’t help but feel jealous at first—no, agitated. Agitated that his friend, who he used to be joined at the hip with, could barely make time to answer his texts, let alone meet up in person every week like they used to.

But also jealous.

It’s comical, really. Satoru wasn’t necessarily in love with Suguru. That would be absurd. Absurd to catch feelings for someone you’d only consider a friend. Absurd to think that a few drunken kisses and a hazy one night stand in the sheets could develop into anything more than friends. When Satoru woke up the next morning to find the space next to him vacant of the raven haired man, only to reappear a week later all nonchalant as if he hadn’t mounted his best friend in his bed without forethought, he gets the hint.

Satoru doesn’t mention it, and neither does Suguru. So they keep up with that dance for as long as they can.

He despised you at the start. To him, you were the woman that stole his friend away from him. It was you who broke their regular routine and had Suguru busy with your stupid avocado breakfast bagels and bowling dates. And it was you who made Suguru abandon and neglect Satoru for the first time in the ten years they’ve been friends.

But when Suguru invites him out to a small get-together that you happened to be at, and his azure eyes meet yours, all of his devices have broken down. You were reserved, calm, collected. Possessed the ability to keep a level head even under pressure. Every quality that he had lacked yet felt inexplicably drawn to. His desire for inclusion only surged further after that night. At first, Satoru brushes it off as him merely wanting to be part of something Suguru’s involved in under the pretense to spend more time with him. But then he finds himself drawn to your connection with Suguru, how you compliment one another. He believes his heart has space for one more and he wants to enrich what you two have rather than disrupt it. The more he’s around you two, the more he begins to develop unwanted fantasies that has him fisting his cock in the confines of his own bedroom.

“Hey, Satoru.”

The silver-locked man hums back absentmindedly. He remains still with unwavering focus when his friend calls for him. His eyes are fixated on the avatar plastered on the TV, remotely controlled by the console in his hands as his fingers vigorously dance on the buttons in rapid movements. He’s hunched forward, tongue poking out in concentration as he’s determined not to break his current winning streak. Suguru wasn’t one to consider himself a gamer, but watching his friend fully indulged in the experience with no awareness of his surroundings provided enough entertainment.

“What do you think of [Name]?” Suguru casually asks, hand picking into the bowl of crisps in his lap as he pops one into his mouth. The question catches Satoru off guard, but only discreetly. His fingers stop moving momentarily before quickly reimmersing himself in the gameplay. “What do you mean?” Satoru mutters in false disinterest. He doesn’t take a second to look at Suguru. Because if he does, there’s no doubt his friend would notice the questionable crimson hues painting his face.

“I mean...” Suguru sighs out before putting the bowl away. He brushes his hands together in an attempt to dust off any salt residues on his fingertips. “You’ve met her already. What was the impression like?” He elaborates before turning to face his friend. Given where this conversation was headed, the speed of the controller clicks seems to be at the same pace as Satoru’s heartbeat. There’s a visible gulp in his throat as he watches the avatar on the screen lose points with every passing second. He clears his throat with a small shrug in an attempt to maintain his composure, “She… she seems nice.”

“That’s it?” Suguru arches an eyebrow, “You can say hot. I won’t get offended.”

Satoru’s avatar is barely hanging on by a thread at this point, and no matter how fast his fingers press on the buttons of his console in an attempt to salvage his level at the game, the distraction is too significant to overlook. “Well, yeah. She is.” Satoru admits before wetting his lips nervously. Suguru’s silent, eyeing his friend with an indescribable look before looking back at the screen. He drops the newsbomb not even a minute later, “Things are getting serious between us. I think I might ask her to move in with me.”

The solemn audio cue accompanying the dramatic font of ‘GAME OVER’ at the centre of the screen was enough of an indication that Satoru is grappling with the challenge of suppressing his emotions. The muscles of his forearm strain as he squeezes the gaming console. And he makes a mental note to start counting the pixels on the screen in an effort to calm down. Suguru acknowledges his friend’s sudden change in demeanour. Nevertheless, the tone of his voice remains neutral, “Too soon?”

“No… not at all.” Satoru clears his throat before relaxing his grip. He unenthusiastically presses replay. “You two are perfect.” Satoru mumbles, "You're... perfect for each other.”

With no place for me there, he thinks.

Satoru thinks he’s disgusting for it; having unreciprocated feelings for not just one but two people at once. He wasn’t a polygamist per se, but if he was given the chance to have you both at the same time, he’d jump at the opportunity without a second thought. That much he’s willing to admit.

But no one needs to know that.

So when he gets invited to a small dinner at your shared apartment with your boyfriend, Satoru doesn’t question it. And when you both insist he stays just a little bit longer past twelve in the morning for a few more drinks, Satoru doesn’t question it either. With the main course out of the way and dessert halfway finished, Satoru finds himself content. He enjoys it; being here with you two, like this. Surprisingly, he doesn’t feel like a third-wheeler that’s intruding on a couple engrossed in their own little world of rose-coloured glasses. Rather, he finds himself blending into your dynamic every time. How could he not confuse those feelings of mere inclusion with a romantic attraction?

But when your hands slither to Satoru’s thigh, lips pressing against his neck while Suguru had his back turned away from you two to put away the dishes, that’s when Satoru starts questioning everything.

He’s frozen, his surroundings still. Every muscle and bone underneath his skin falls rigid under your touch. He blames the alcohol for your behaviour yet he blames himself for not building up enough strength to push you away when his best friend is merely a few feet away at the kitchen sink. You were seated right next to him at the dinner table, and you had enough distance to swing one leg over his lap, your skin visible through the slit of your black dress in temptation. A breathy laugh escapes your mouth when you feel him stiffen, but your lips continue to lather up petite kisses from his neck to his ear, a wandering hand travelling to feel his undercut before tugging on his ivory locks.

When Suguru swiftly turns, Satoru can barely cover up the after effects of the stunt you pulled. With an evident bulge in his pants and cheeks dusted with a light shade of coral pink, he’s already jumped in his seat fast enough for the chair underneath to scrape against the floor. You can hardly stifle your laugh as you lean back into your chair and away from his frame, yet your hand remains at the nape of his neck as you toy with a pearly strand of his hair between your manicured fingers. Satoru’s Adam's apple bops in his throat when Suguru’s eyes land on the both of you, and he’s ready to blabber every excuse under the sun to avoid getting beaten to a pulp at this very instant.

“It’s not what it looks like.” It definitely does.

“I didn’t mean it.” Yes, you did.

“She came onto me!” Yet, you wanted more.

However, not a single syllable was formed. For someone who always has so much to say, Satoru was out of words. He attempts to convince himself that it’s the dryness of his mouth, the adrenaline coursing through his veins and the obvious arrhythmia in his chest that nearly caused him to swallow down on his own tongue. But it all comes down to a common denominator; he was scared shitless.

Satoru expects a punch, a scream, a curse. Some form of expression of anger. But the man standing in front of him simply chuckles with an apologetic look on his face. Suguru shakes his head, “Sorry, she can be a bit impatient sometimes.”

In his head, Saturo hears a glass shatter at the reaction.

“That’s not very nice,” You pouted at your boyfriend, your leg still situated at Satoru’s lap with no plans of moving it. “I've been patient all night.” You sigh out, before diverting your gaze to the sapphire-eyed man next to you. He refuses to make eye contact, opting to look forward with a stiff spine and all the colour drained from his face. “We don’t wanna scare him off though, do we?” Suguru cautions slowly, before looking at his flustered friend. His gaze is soft, “Satoru, do you wanna leave?”

Satoru jolts back to the present moment at the question. His mind’s obliterated with so many Why’s and How’s, yet he can only stammer out a quiet, “W-What?”

“Do you want to leave?” Suguru repeats carefully, “If you go, we can pretend this never happened.”

“But if you stay...” You continue slowly on behalf of your boyfriend, trying to hold back a smile when Satoru glances at you with transparent nervousness. “You get the gist, right?” Suguru smirks at his girlfriend’s eagerness. It was a long term kink of hers; having her boyfriend watch as she gets used and fucked by someone else before he gets involved in the mix to remind both parties of who’s really in charge.

“N-No. Not really.” If the apparent protrusion of his hardened dick through his pants wasn’t embarrassing enough, then Satoru constantly tripping over his words was. But neither you or Suguru seem to care. If anything, he seems even more irresistible to you two. “I’ll spell it out,” Suguru elaborates calmly. He walks back towards where you were both seated, before placing his hands on the dining table and leaning forward in an attempt to emphasise his point. “She–“ He pauses to nod towards you before plainly stating, “Wants you to fuck her. With me watching.”

Like a vaccum that sucked all the sound out of the room, the weight of Suguru’s words hung heavily in the air. The clock’s still ticking, but Satoru’s no longer stuck in frozen silence. “Is this the first time you’re doing this?” He asks quietly, yet firmly. Satoru glances at the both of you, he takes in the way you two are drinking him in with your gaze, almost as if you were savouring every element of him; from the subtleties of his posture to the nuances of his voice. “Y’know.. having a third person? And why me?” Satoru needed answers. He needed to know why you picked him.

“No,” Suguru replies honestly. “But [Name] can be picky, and she seems to have a liking towards you.”

“I do.” You shamelessly admit to Satoru with an innocent nod.

“So? What do you think?” Suguru straightens up, his hand reaching towards you as he invites you to stand next to him. Suguru’s visage was hard to decipher. It didn’t seem like this was his first rodeo. He was exuding an air of composure as still as a calm lake on an early morning, “Wanna experiment a little?”

And Satoru sees it. He sees how there’s a glimmer of hope in your eyes. He sees the steadiness and reassurance in Suguru as he gives him a gentle smile. This was it. This is what he had been longing for. Satoru had yearned for you two for a seemingly infinite amount of time, and he’s willing to embrace the long-await reality. “I’ll..“ He begins, “I’ll stay.”

Your face lit up with pure joy. A beaming smile stretches from ear to ear as you exclaim an excited “Yay!” at Satoru’s answer. You weren’t normally someone who expressed such… exuberant energy. But tonight seemed to bring out a completely different side of you that Satoru was willing to explore further. Despite it all, Satoru still found himself succumbing to his jitters once again. They’re fucking with me, he frantically thinks to himself as he trails behind you two to your shared bedroom with a cautious gait. They’re definitely fucking with me there’s just no way—

He stops in the middle of the hallway, eyes staring at the back of your heads in evident anxiety once the pin drops.

There’s no way they know… right?

A few months ago, the three of you along with some friends had travelled to a ski resort over the Christmas period as a small getaway trip for the holidays. Without question, it was an enjoyable time; the skiing, snowmobiling and firepit dinners proved that every penny spent was beyond worth it. But the universe seemed to enjoy playing a conventional sick game with Satoru, because when he decides to return Suguru’s power bank one night to the room you shared with your boyfriend, he witnesses a view that he’s only ever seen in his dreams.

Satoru berates himself. He knows he shouldn’t have peeked through the door that you two have carelessly left ajar. And he knows that if he had a perfectly functional moral compass, he should’ve just left the power bank at the door and walked back to his room. But when he hears the sounds of a bed creaking and skin slapping against skin, he’s already abandoned all ethical principles.

His eyes peer into the tiny gap left by the door to see Suguru pounding into you from behind with harsh, rhythmic thrusts. One hand wrapped around your neck while the other’s between your legs—circling your clit in torturous motions that has you weeping tears of pain and pleasure. Your back’s pressed against his chest, his mouth pressing sloppy kisses on your cheek as you cry and beg for more. Suguru’s panting, his eyebrows furrowed and his chest glossy with sweat as he mutters dirty nothings into your ear. “That’s it, [Name].” Suguru praises in between throaty groans. “You’re doing so good, you might just make me come.”

Satoru thinks he’s about to pass out.

“You want that? You want my fuckin’ cum?” Suguru pants as you nod fervently with broken moans, reaching to grasp the hand that’s wrapped around your neck for some form of stability.

All blood rushes straight to Satoru’s cock at the scene, and although he thinks he’s stood there like a statue for what seems to be an eternity, he quickly snaps out of it before retreating to his room in panic. He erratically paces back and forth with palpable anxiety once he reaches the dimly lit room, rapid and uneven steps mirroring the chaotic whirlwind in his mind. Satoru runs his hand through his dishevelled locks, face contorted with self-criticism. “How the fuck did I mess up this badly?” Each word was a verbal lash. He’s angry at himself. Disgusted for being aroused at the two people that trusted him the most out of everyone. But the inner turmoil he experienced only lasted for so long before Satoru found himself hiding away underneath the sheets again, hand wrapped around his dick as he ruts his hips in desperation to the image you two had drilled in his head.

But this wasn’t a dream. It wasn’t a figment of his imagination or one of the multiple scenarios Satoru had fantasised about one too many times. This time, it was real.

“Don’t be shy,” You sweetly tell Satoru. You're gently holding his hands as you seat yourselves on the edge of the bed, thumb skimming over his skin in comfort. He’s still noticeably stiff, his posture rigid and movements restricted. Satoru wants to relax and he tries to but there’s that voice in his head that keeps telling him that this is all a sadistic prank, or his mind playing tricks on him, because there’s just no way this is happening right now.

“It’s just me…” You reassure Satoru softly. Your hand moves to his face, thumb brushing across his cheekbone. Cerulean eyes soften at your touch. He visibly takes a breather, and gives you a small nod. “And Suguru. You like Suguru, right?” A childish giggle leaves your mouth, you can see your boyfriend smirk from your peripheral vision. He’s seated on the couch opposite to the bed, manspread with one arm lazily draped over the backrest.

“Yes.” Satoru confesses in a beat. His answer is prompt and laced with zero hesitation. He doesn’t look at Suguru, but his presence was enough to heighten his senses. “Do you like me?” You tilt your head to the side, hand reaching for his belt as you teasingly toy with the leather material. Your face is close to his. Satoru wishes you’d stop torturing him and kiss him already. His words are lodged in his throat, and he only hums back with a nod. “How much?” You pry further, unbuckling his belt. Satoru lets out a shaky breath, looking down to see your fingers trace his exposed happy trail but never going below the waistband of his underwear. He audibly gulps, “A lot. I like you a lot.”

“I like you too.” You coo back to him with a small smile, before finally giving in. Satoru thinks his heart might burst out of his chest when you press your mouth against his in a gentle kiss. Your hand moves away from his crotch and towards his face as you cup his cheek with one hand. Just when your tongue begins to tease him, you pull away with a quiet pop!

Satoru’s breathless and he thinks he’s chasing his high already after a simple kiss. He prays to whatever God that’s present in the sky that you can’t hear the thumping in his chest. “How’s that?” You ask as you look up to him through your eyelashes. He finds comfort in your voice, like a soft melody that carries natural cadence. “Wanna keep going?”

Satoru doesn’t trust his voice enough to verbally respond. He only grabs your face with obvious anticipation into a desperate kiss that knocks the breath out of your lungs as you yelp in surprise.

Your lips are soft, plush. Gently inviting his tongue in with contented sighs escaping. Your perfume reeks of jasmine and cedarwood. He realises you’re wearing the Black Opium fragrance he once gifted you for your birthday and God, Satoru’s drunk on it. He wants more; to touch you and feel you everywhere all at once and it’s displayed by the way he eagerly grabs your waist and pulls you closer. He’s desperate, slating his lips against yours harder and he tastes the remnants of red wine in your mouth. A little noise is formed deep in his throat when your hands move from his face to around his neck as you pull him in for a deeper kiss, fingers lost in the soft strands of his hair. Your tongue slides against his bottom lip before drawing it between your teeth, giving it a gentle nibble before letting go. The man holding your hips so tightly started to dig his nails right through your dress. Your mouths separate but your noses brush. When your thumb skims over his bottom lip, Satoru gives it a peck before locking his mouth with yours again. Your hot, intermingling tongues and the sounds of lips smacking was enough to have Satoru moaning into your mouth in absolute delicacy.

When your hand finds its way to his bulge again and you begin to palm him through his strained trousers, Satoru whimpers against your lips. “You’re hard,” You note once you pull away. He’s panting, eyes boring into yours in a euphoric daze. “Is this for me?” You innocently question, feeling the length of his dick as you trace your hand around his crotch. “Hm?”

Satoru only nods fervently, his lips parted as he frantically tries to pull you in for another kiss, but you keep him in place with your hand against his chest. “You’re so cute.” You giggle quietly before leaning in to nibble at his earlobe, giving it a kitten lick before whispering, “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”

Although the throbbing sensation in Satoru’s pants tells him that he’s more than willing to continue touching you, his eyes still nervously glance at Suguru on the couch. He wonders what goes on in his head, given how Suguru’s countenance is filled with obvious entertainment. His cheeks bore a playful grin; his lips curved into a sly smile, but his eyes were laden with unsatiated hunger. There’s a visible tent in his pants but he was composed enough to not touch himself just yet. He’s waiting. Waiting for you and Satoru to acclimate to each other’s bodies and get to know every sensitive parameter of your skin that might elicit a sound of pleasure. Satoru’s already had him once and you’ve had him countless times, but Suguru still wants to be patient. Tonight was all about timing, and timing was crucial.

“Don’t look at him.” Your voice catches Satoru off-guard. His head snaps towards you to see a displeased look on your visage, your hand firmly grabs his. “Look at me,” You assert, before placing his hands on your own chest and encouraging him to give it a squeeze, “Touch me.”

“I’m sorry,” Satoru gulps anxiously, his eyes constantly flickering between you and Suguru like a ping pong match in motion. “It’s just...”

“It’s okay.” Suguru attempts to reassure him, but his voice is still draped in layers of ambiguity that leaves Satoru even more uncertain than before. “She’s all yours for now”

“He’s right,” You continue, Satoru turns to look at you with blushed cheeks. “Look at what you’re doing to me, Satoru.” You say softly as you slowly spread your legs to reveal a patch of wetness on your underwear. “This is all you.”

“[Name]...” Satoru trails off quietly, his swollen lips part with a heavy breath as his eyes lock on the crux of your thighs before meeting your gaze. Sky-hued irises drenched in bliss and apprehension. Yet, somehow, you don’t pick up on the hesitance laced in his voice. Rather, you opt to reach underneath the sheets behind you to pull out a small vibrator, before dangling it in front of him like a carrot, and he, the eager rabbit that couldn’t resist a chase. “Wanna use it on me?”

Satoru can’t trust his words anymore, he simply reaches for it with shaky fingers. Momentarily, he ignores the world around him. He doesn’t see Suguru on the couch or hears his conscious taunting him, he eyes and ears only sense you. He simply takes the vibrator with one and the other reaches behind your neck to pull you towards him for another hard kiss. He’s relentless this time, his tongue is in your mouth and he’s moaning in delight. His fingers are eagerly reaching for your panties, rubbing you through your underwear as you pant. He tugs the material to the side, using your own wetness to lubricate the head of the vibrator before placing it right on your throbbing clitoris.

Your lips smack as you sloppily kiss, swallowing your whines the moment he turns it on. The vibrations reach your eardrums as you yank on his shirt to bring him closer. Your legs are spread wide open for Suguru to take it all in, but your lips remain locked with Satoru’s as you find yourself bucking against the toy desperately. “Oh, fuck.” you curse out as you both pull away from the kiss with weak resistance, your foreheads pressed against one another. “Baby… it feels good.” You manage to whimper out. Satoru’s breathing heavily, his lips puffy and face flushed, half-lidded azure eyes drinking in your features. He has one hand that’s pressing the vibrator against your clit, the other moving from your cheek to slip into the cleavage of your dress to cup your breast over your bra.

Your eyes flicker to his bulge, and you can sense his desperation for more. “Satoru...” you breathe out as your hand moves to his clothed crotch and he whimpers at the slightest bit of contact, the sound enough to make you grow wetter. You loved hearing the noises men make in bed, and Satoru’s was like a perfect symphony that you wanted to play in your ear over and over again. It was unlike Suguru’s; it lacked depth and authority, but it had a characteristic whiney timber that made you wanna eat him up.

“Do you want me to make it feel better?” You say softly as your lips brush against his, rubbing him through his trousers as he fights the urge to jerk his hips upwards. “Yes.” Satoru nods with a small gulp, trying to control the noticeable tremble in his voice. “Yes, please.” He shamelessly begs quietly.

You maintain your positions on the edge of the bed, making sure to give Suguru a good show. He’s kissing your neck, his tongue warm against your skin as you pull out his dick. Satoru groans in your ear, almost in relief that you’re about to give him some sort of release as you pump your hand up and down his shaft. A ball of spit falls from your mouth and onto his cock, before bringing your fingers to your cunt with the purpose of using your own arousal to lubricate him before continuing to jerk him off. The filthy action in itself only encourages Satoru to increase the intensity of the vibrator. You’re both a moaning mess; your clothes wrinkled from and hair dishevelled when you haven’t even started yet. Suguru is noticeably hard, a tent forming in his pants. His teeth sink into his bottom lip. Not yet, he reminds himself. Just a little bit more.

“Does this feel good?” You speak gently, feigning innocence when you knew damn well how you were reducing him into absolute chaos. “No? Should I stop?” You tease as you tilt your head, nearly pulling away before Satoru frantically grabs your wrist to keep your fingers wrapped around his cock. “N-No—! I just..“ He sputters out in a fit of panic. He looks so pretty like this, you think. Desperate, whiny and needy. All for you to play with.

“More... I want more, please.” Satoru licks his lips anxiously, his eyes brimmer with vulnerability that is almost palpable. A pleading demeanour reminiscent of a young puppy’s gaze. How can you—let alone anyone—say no to that?

“I can feel you getting harder in my hand,” You smile against his mouth, the accompanying sounds of the vibrator along with fap, fap, fap only further illustrated the erotic picture you two were painting. “It’s making me so wet, Satoru.” Your teeth sink into his bottom lip, tugging at it just a little before giving yourself the opportunity to slip your hot tongue inside his gaping maw. You were everything he wanted and he was everything you needed. The way he turned puddy in your hands the moment you stepped into the bedroom drove you with an insatiable desire. There were so many things to do with him… make him whine, make him moan, make him come. For now, he was all yours.

The scene in front of Suguru was one that couldn’t be explained by the best of poets. It was beautiful to him. Provocative, taboo. He watches his better half and his one and only get off on each other with heavy pants and mixed moans and he thinks he might be on cloud nine now. Because if there is anyone in the world he trusted you with, if there is anyone in the world that would know how to feed into your everlasting cravings and desires, it would be Satoru. Not the nameless men that you both involved in your sexual endeavours, whose faces receded into a mere hungover daze the morning after.

“Spread your legs more.” Suguru calmly tells you from the couch, bringing the tumbler glass to his lips. Was it a whiskey? Or an Old Fashioned? Satoru wondered. Either way, it didn’t matter. He had hoped he would find out himself soon if Suguru would just give in already and kiss him too so he can have a taste for himself.

“Can I… Can I please just—fuck. I…” Satoru pants, his breathing is laboured and ragged as he pulls away momentarily from the kiss in a failed attempt to speak in a coherent sentence. His thoughts are entangled like a complex web of vines, his face flooded with a crimson tide when you and Suguru chuckle at his stammering. He takes a breath, twin sapphires travelling between you and your boyfriend before he nuzzles his face into your neck to savour your scent. “Wanna taste. Can I taste it, please?”

So polite, you think. And so good. You couldn’t find it in yourself to tease him any longer, not when he’s behaving like a clay in a potter’s hands, all for you to mould to your liking. Because that was exactly the case right now. Satoru would take anything you give him. Even if it was just a morsel of touch, he would be satiated. “How do you want me?” Your voice was like a hushed sanctuary as you pulled your hand away from his cock before laying on the bed completely supine, “Like this?”

He shakes head, tossing the vibrator aside before suddenly flipping you on all fours. Your breath catches in your throat in a burst of astonishment when he suddenly manhandles you. “Easy there...” Suguru says calmly as he rises from the couch. You’re flat on your stomach when you feel Satoru prepping kisses all over the swell of your ass as he completely disregards your soaked panties to the side. His calloused hands gripping the flesh of your behind as it spills into his fingers when he holds your cheeks apart. Your folds are glistening with an evident wetness as they drip down your inner thighs, your other hole puckering around the air for his eyes to imbibe. “Satoru’s an ass guy? Who would’ve known?” You chuckle as you sway your hips for the frosty-haired man behind you, but your smugness wanes when his warm tongue drags itself from your folds and up to your other hole. He places his mouth on your asshole, his tongue prods into the orifice before pressing sloppy kisses down your puffy lips to suck your clit.

“O-Oh, God…” You whimper, nibbling on your bottom lip to quell your high-pitched noises. Satoru groans in content as he savours your essence, his taste buds soaking in your flavour. Your moans and the slurping sounds his tongue’s making against your cunt causes an augmented blood flow to his penis. He aches for more of your touch, and he finds himself rubbing his hard dick against the sheets while he eats you out from behind. The whole ordeal made him feel like a teenager all over again as he was trying not to finish too fast; whining and humping the bed when he didn’t get the chance to be inside you yet. When Satoru hears Suguru's footsteps from behind, he lifts his head towards his direction. Although, Suguru doesn’t look at him. His eyes are fixed at the back of your head as he walks around the bed, but Satoru knew he was addressing him when the man speaks gruffly. “Stay there.”

His Adam’s apple bobs before resuming his ministrations obediently. He’s slurping all over your vaginal orifice and anus, nose buried deep into your canal as a mixture of his spit and your own arousal drips down his chin. Suguru stands right in front of you, your neck cranes as your lustful eyes look up to meet your boyfriend. His hand reaches to gently grip your chin, tilting your head as his thumb brushes against your lips. “Feels good?” He mutters quietly without any discernible emotion. There’s a subtle transformation in your demeanour when your boyfriend enters the picture (which does not go unnoticed by Satoru). There’s a sense of deference and submission as the power dynamic shifts. Your shoulders slightly slump, eyes glazed with blissful reverie as you meekly nod at him.

“You wanted to make him come earlier. Did you forget I was in the room?” Suguru tilts his head as he looks down on you. Despite the stillness of his voice, there was an unmistakable edge to it. His words carried a weight of impending consequence; foreboding, yet compelling. “It’s kind of making me jealous...” Suguru continues, ignoring your whimpers as his grip on your chin tightens. He lets go of you rather roughly, and doesn’t pay you any attention even when you apologetically rub your cheek against his bulge. His hands reach to unbuckle his belt, pulling down his trousers and boxers along the way as it pools around his ankles. “Put your mouth on me.”

Every pant and moan was a testament of your desperation as you dangle on the edge of pleasure when Satoru wraps his lips around your engorged clitoris again, his mouth forming a suction while his tongue flicks rapidly against the ball of nerves. Your hands are shaking as you wrap one around Suguru’s shaft, your tongue darts out to lick his pre-cum off the tip. Your boyfriend’s hand suddenly reaches to tug at your hair from the roots with a clenched jaw, pushing your head down this cock till the head reaches the back of your throat. It goes without question when you gag momentarily around him before quickly adjusting to his size like you always do. “Just like that..” Suguru sighs out, his gaze travels from Satoru who continues to drink in your essence greedily as your own juices coat his face. “Good girl. You’re a good girl, right?” Suguru praises quietly as he looks down on you again.

“Mffm… nghn…” With a mouthful of cock, you’re unable to speak as you moan and gargle around him. Suguru chuckles at your predicament, letting go of your hair before snapping his hips in one harsh thrust down your throat. He groans triumphantly, loving the tightness of your own oesophagus around him as you suck him in. He pulls you off to give himself a chance to move to the bed. His back’s against the frame, and you eagerly find yourself moving in between his legs, your hands reaching his muscular quads as you crawl towards him. Satoru pulls away from the slight change in position, sitting up with a gasp as he wipes his mouth. You don’t put your mouth where it belonged just yet, looking up to Suguru with tender eyes and eyelashes clumped together from salty tears as you wait for permission.

Suguru cradles your cheek in his hand, a devilish smirk making its way to his face as you lean into his palm with a small whimper. “Satoru,” He calls out before looking up to meet his eyes, “Get over here.”

Satoru’s heart was doing a rhythmic drumbeat that echoed throughout his body. Each thud was palpable enough to feel his own pulse reverberating in his ears. His chest tightens, crawling in between Suguru’s legs before laying right next to you. “Just like old times.” Suguru gives him a knowing look, his hand still cradling your face. Satoru glances at you from the corner of his eye, seeing you were still looking up to your boyfriend, almost like you’re in a trance. It didn’t take long before Satoru’s lips reached the tip of his own friend’s cock, wrapping it around and suctioning just right. As if on cue, your mouth is on Suguru’s scrotum, licking and sucking his balls as you savour his own taste with a loud moan.

“Fuck…” Suguru curses lowly as he looks down on the both of you. “You can go deeper. I know you can.” He addresses Satoru before pushing his head down his cock like he did earlier with you. There’s a guttural and involuntary choking noise caught in Satoru’s throat as he swallows around his friend, his spit trickling down to Suguru’s scrotum before it got licked up by you as you give his balls the same amount of attention. With both you and Satoru’s eyes fluttering shut as you worship Suguru’s dick, your lips suddenly meet in a frenzy kiss as you taste your boyfriend in each other’s palate with a loud moan.

“Such eager mouths.” Suguru chuckles as he places his hand behind his head, enjoying the performance as he smiles like a Cheshire cat once Satoru pulls away from your lips to take his swollen balls in his mouth, the taste of his friend’s essence overpowering all of his senses as Satoru craves for more. “Loves taking cock too.” Suguru notes. His breath hitches in his throat and his thighs twitch just a little when you wrap your mouth around his shaft, your tongue swirling around his throbbing member before pulling away to spit on the head of his cock as it trickled down to the mess formed on the sheets.

“Get your spit everywhere—that’s it. Nice and messy. I like messy.” Suguru groans out a praise, he pulls his cock away to smear the head all over you and Satoru’s lips before urging you to continue, watching your spit-slicken faces and the remnants of his pre-cum on both you and Satoru as you alternate between kissing each other and Suguru’s cock, lathering up bodily fluids all of your mouths and his dick. “Hngh…mhm…” There’s an evident struggle. You’re not sure what was turning you on more; sloppily kissing Satoru while Suguru’s own arousal paints your chin, or the fact your boyfriend was watching the whole thing unfold right before his perverse eyes. It was hasty and chaotic; pornographic moans echoing throughout the room, Satoru’s hungry hands fondling with your breast while licking Suguru’s dick clean and your hair getting pulled once you lap up your boyfriend’s glans and frenulum with your tongue flat against your chin.

It was inevitable your brain was going to mentally reset as you succumb to post-nut clarity tomorrow morning. But for now, you couldn’t bring your own conscience to care about how filthy things were going to get from this point moving forward. All you know is that you wanted both these men at the same time, right now.

When Suguru tugs at you and Satoru’s hair, you take it as an indication to pull away with a gasp. The view was comical to him; how you’re both laid in between his legs, eagerly looking up with glistening mouths and pupils dilated. You’ve had your fun toying with Satoru, but when Suguru steps into the picture, that’s when you know all control’s been handed to him on a silver platter. The jet-haired man sits up on his knees, disregarding his last article of clothing as he unbuttons his white shirt. His eyes still when he looks at Satoru. “Lay down.”

Satoru dispels the lingering remnants of the daze enveloping him once you’re all finally naked. He was tachycardic at this point. It’s been half an hour since they started yet he still can’t bring himself to calm the fuck down and accept that this is actually happening, and he wasn’t about to get pinched out of it any time soon. His body’s on auto-pilot as he moves to lay on the bed, his head resting on the soft pillows. He can smell Suguru’s cedarwood mixed with your signature hair products off the covers, and oddly enough it brings him a sense of comfort. His pink tongue darts out to lick his lips in anticipation, breath catching out in his throat once you swing your legs to straddle him.

“You know what you’re doing, baby?” Suguru calls out as he positions behind you. You hum in response, too focused on Satoru’s expression. He was so flustered… cheeks splashed in red, lips parted with every huff of breath and silver matted against his forehead. His chest was polished in a thin layer of sweat as he laid panting beneath you. Your hands reach to hold his before pinning it above his head, your tongue teasingly licks his earlobe before tugging it with your teeth. “You okay, Satoru?” You whisper once you pull away.

“Mhm.” He nods with a small gulp. “Please, [Name]...”

“We’ve got you, honey…” You reassure softly, pecking his nose. You were so tender with him, a bit devilish, but carried the same delicate graze as a silk ribbon. It was unlike Suguru’s; a sturdy oak tree that’s unwavering with a commanding presence.

Satoru was getting the best of both worlds tonight.

A sharp gasp escapes him when he feels a hand wrap around his cock. He knew it wasn’t yours because you had him pinned to the bed. A small whine erupts from his flushed body when he realises it’s his own best friend that’s helping to guide his cock to your entrance. Moans slipping from his mouth once he feels your warmth and wetness enveloping him in a cocoon embrace. “Hgnh… Satoru…” You mewl out his name, your hands let go of his before moving to place them on his chest once you sink down his length completely. There’s a veiny hand slithering around your throat, craning your neck to meet Suguru’s lips as he brings you to his mouth for a tongue-filled kiss and Satoru’s drunk on the scene above him. He was too turned to the point where he could feel himself swell up even more inside you, his cock throbbing with every second.

You’re slowly moving up and down his length, your walls stretching to accommodate his girth with grace. “You’re perfect—hahh.” Satoru whispers, a pant cutting off his words as you ride him with expertise. The wet squelching sounds of your own cunt pulsating around him dominates the room every time you drop down his cock with every bounce. His head tilts back into the soft pillows, lips formed into an ‘O’ shape and eyes screwed shut as he bucks his hips into yours. Satoru can barely quell his embarrassing whines anymore, as he ends up draping one arm over his eyes while biting his trembling lips.

Suguru gently pushes you down from behind so you’re chest to chest with Satoru. “Fuck, I wish you two could have this view right now.” He confesses once he sees how your hole’s stretched out by cock and how his friend’s dick keeps disappearing inside you. The angle causes Suguru to impulsively spit down on your orifice, watching it coat Satoru’s dick as it drips down his balls. “Makes me wanna come so hard.” A guttural moan leaves his mouth at the site of you slipping in and out of his best friend’s length, your pussy quivering with every thrust.

“Don’t hide away. Lemme see you.” You moan to Satoru as you pull his arm away. His eyes are glossy with desire once he meets your gaze with a vulnerable look. “You’re so handsome…” You murmur in comfort before pressing your lips against his in an intense kiss. He moans into your mouth, hands moving to your hips and gripping them hard enough to embed his own handprint onto your hot flesh once your tongue meets his. You both pull away when you feel a cold vicious fluid pour from your cavern and down your thighs, a synchronised gasp erupting from both you and Satoru as you lean your foreheads against one another once you realise Suguru is prepping you with a lube.

“You ready?” Suguru breathes out heavily from behind. With you on all fours above Satoru, he’s right behind you. The curve of his cock rubs against the swell of your ass in anticipation as he fights the urge to double penetrate you already. “Mhm, y-yes.” You nod, prepping frantic kisses against Satoru’s lips as a way to sooth your cravings. “Yes, please.”

Suguru’s holding onto every last bit of restraint to not shove his whole length into you in one frenzy thrust, but for your sake he holds himself together. He has you pinned to Satoru with one hand on your back to stop your movements. Loud wonton moans fill the room he slowly pushes into your weeping cunt. “You’re so wet. I could just slide in there—Oh, fuck…” He hisses once he feels your walls clamp down on him right until he has thrusted to the hilt, the curve of your luscious ass pressing against his pelvis. “Oh my god,” Your cries are loud and clear as you feel his cock inside you, stretching you out for all your worth. ”S’full, nghn...”

“There we go…. Atta girl.” His praises fall on deaf ears since he’s stretching you open with both hands on your asscheeks. The intent to expose your vulnerability to his relentless onslaught was as transparent as glass. “You were made for this.” Suguru comments with a low chuckle. He sucks on his thumb before sneaking it down to rub your other hole, causing you to whine against Satoru’s lips. “Suguru,” You pathetically beg, burying your head into Satoru’s neck with short, struggling pants. “Please, move. Please, just move. I-I need to feel it—“ You squeal once his hand slaps your ass. He licks his lips hungrily when the flesh jiggles at the impact. Both hands then move to grab you from the pits of your elbows, harshly yanking you up so your back’s pressed against his chest. His teeth sink into your shoulder the moment his hips begin to snap back and forth in sharp, rough thrusts. Simultaneously, he keeps you and Satoru in place to maintain the rhythm in order to avoid slipping out of you.

Satoru’s cock stills inside of you. He feels the warmth of Suguru’s dick rubbing against his and the slick slick sound of your pussy as it hungrily sucks them both in. He felt so dirty, yet so complete. His eyes devour the way your tits bounce with every thrust on top of him. “God,” Satoru pants, “You’re so fucking beautiful like this.” He reaches to cup your breast, gripping the flesh before he rubs your nipples between his fingers. “C’mere.” He murmurs softly, sitting up to wrap his mouth around your left breast.

Although it was a difficult task to keep his mouth latched to your chest thanks to Suguru’s vigorous thrusts, he wraps an arm around your waist for some form of stability. His canines tug at your nipple, humming in content before suckling on your breast with a moan, the other hand perversely fondling with your other breast to give it an equal amount of attention before moving down to rub your clit in small, torturous circles. He didn’t need to use his spit as your own arousal around him was good enough for a lubricant. “Harder.” You beg, one of your hands reach to hold Suguru’s that was placed on your hip, while the other reaches to clasp Satoru’s. “Please.”

“You heard her.” Suguru manages to speak in short pants, before cursing under his breath once you squeeze around them both. “Fuck my girlfriend like you mean it, Satoru.” He encourages as he meets lustrous cobalt eyes. Satoru gulps once his friend lets go of your arms, causing you to collapse on Satoru’s chest. He lays back down on the bed as you’re pressed up against him, your head on his chest. Without a second thought, Satoru bends his knees before beginning to fuck up into you in the same pace as Suguru, pistoning his hips to meet the depths of your cavern and driving it deeper with no signs of slowing down anytime soon. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room once again, accompanied by the occasional grunt of exertion from all parties involved.

“Shit, fuck.”

“Mhm, [Name].”

“Feels so good—hgnhh—gimme more please…”

Suguru and Satoru were both moving like well-oiled machines as they fuck you in synch. You can feel their dicks rubbing together inside you, hammering away at your wet cunt and filling you to the brim with each stroke. Their cocks slide against one another with every thrust; an intense sensation that has you gasping for breath. “You keep... getting tighter—You feel so good, baby—Fuck.” Suguru grunts, throwing his head back in ecstasy before emitting a throaty moan. All three of your bodies are pressed together in a mess of limbs, the sheets sticking to your skin as the smell of sweat and arousal dominates the room.

“I-I’m gonna…” You try to speak in the mass of moans and heavy breaths but your voice is trembling too much for you to get a word out. “Come… I’m gonna come.” You cry out the warning weakly.

“I know, baby.” Suguru breathes out, his pecs flexing with every snap of his hips. “You’re gonna make Satoru come, too.” He breathes out a laugh, watching his friend slowly lose his resolve as he fights the urge to orgasm. “Do you want it? Want him to fill you up?”

When your response consisted of echoing moans and whimpers instead of a straightforward answer, Suguru suddenly yanks your head up from your hair, revealing your neck to Satoru who takes advantage of the situation as he leans up to kiss and suck at your exposed skin. “Say you want it.” Suguru grunts out, his voice low and abrasive.

“I-I…” You whine pitifully, fluttering your eyes shut once Satoru licks a strip of your skin. “I want it, please—!”

The two men have you sandwiched between them, raspy moans and dirty words whispered in your ear. They tell you how tight your pussy feels, how much of a good girl you are. Satoru won’t stop praising your beauty, and Suguru kept telling you how much of a good job you were doing at taking his best friend’s cock. To say the scene happening right now was coming out of an adult movie. would be the understatement of the year. “S-Suguru… s’too much—“ You gasp once his hands grab your ass while Satoru plays with your nipples again, licking the curve of your breast. “You can handle it. C’mon baby—fuck—just a bit more you’re hugging us so good right now.”

Your eyes are screwed shut, toes curling as your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave. All the built up sexual tension in your muscles and bones relax as the surge of euphoria travels through your veins. The two men are still kissing up your neck and face, wandering hands grabbing you everywhere as you feel thick ropes of cum filling you up. Exactly like you had been begging for.

Your body falls limp on top of Satoru like a ragdoll. Your lungs expand and retreat to their normal size as you try to control your breathing rate. The thrusting and groping have stopped, but your eyes still feel hazy; unable to fight the tiredness that seems to be overtaking your used up body. “Breathe,” You hear Suguru say. “Breathe, [Name].”

Emptiness is the word you’d use to describe how it felt once they both pulled out of you. Suguru moves around the bed so he’s facing you, holding your face up to assess your condition. Similarly, his best friend sits up, looking at you with the same level of concern as they await for you to speak. They’re visibly relieved as you tiredly smile at them, stifling a giggle as you pull them both for a three-way kiss. They’re apprehensive at first, but soon melt away into the action. Lips are smacking as all three of you try to position your faces into a small triangle. You’re rotating amongst each other in a cluster of moans and kisses, but the two friends seem to be in a slight competition as they try to have a taste of you for themselves. Their desire for you was palpable; all three tongues intertwining as you explored the depths of each other’s mouths, soft lips yielding to passionate assault. Their hands continue to explore every curve of your body with eager fingers, almost as if they haven’t had their fill of you yet.

“Good?” Suguru pulls away with a pant, his mouth curved into that same signature smirk as you nod bashfully before lying down on the bed in between them. “Switch?” You offer with a tilted head. You weren’t opposed for a round 2, but your legs were too shaky to hold up your own body weight for now. Before Suguru could decide how things would go, Satoru intervenes. He hovers over you, and you happily accept him as you spread your legs wide for him. He’s kissing your neck again, murmuring sweet nothings into your ear before pulling away to look at his friend over his shoulder. “Suguru…”

It was a knowing look that Suguru recognises from their night together a few years ago. Their eyes met in a silent understanding. Realisation washes over him as he arches an eyebrow. “You sure?”

“Yeah,” Satoru nods. His breathing grows uneven once Suguru begins to prep him from behind. The frosty-haired man leans down to your level, littering your chest with wet kisses as your hands weave through his locks. You playfully giggle as he nuzzles his face into your breasts while rubbing his dick against your wet slit. Satoru gasps against your skin once he feels Suguru enter him from behind, he kneads your tits in his large hands, moaning out loud as Suguru bottoms him out. “Want it all?”

“I can take it.” Satoru groans, before slanting his lips against yours. With every thrust Suguru gives him from behind, it drives him to fuck you harder. The feeling of his prostate getting stimulated along with your gummy walls squeezing him in the most delicious way possible has pleasure coursing through his veins like adrenaline, further fueling his desire as he chases his own high. “Right there.” You moan, arching your back against the bed as you place your hands on his chest. “Satoru, keep fucking me like this. I want your cum.”

You’ve never seen such a wild expression on Satoru before. Like a firework bursting through a starless sky, your filthy words only spurred his arousal even more. His cock’s getting pumped in and out of your sloppy cunt as he feverishly fucks you into oblivion with your knees to your chest, hitting every possible sweet spot inside you that has you soaking his dick with a glistening wetness. “How does she feel?” Suguru grunts, pulling Satoru’s hips towards him with every plunge. “Tell me how good she’s taking you right now, Satoru.”

“Fuck, so good.” Satoru breathes out heavily. The idea of him fucking Suguru’s cum into you even more as the sheets drench in your fluids only ignites the exhilarating fire between you three. “S’warm and so wet—God, I love her pussy.” His balls are slapping hard against your swollen lips, almost mimicking the way the bedframe hits the wall with every drive into your cunt.

“[Name],“ Satoru looks down at you, his libido in a frenzy. “That sound… Keep making it.” He groans, watching the way you pant and cry beneath him. Your hand slithers down to rub your clit, head thrown back into the pillows as you shamelessly touch yourself. “I’m gettin’ real—“ Suguru stops to gunt in disbelief, “Real fucking deep.” His thick cock continues to kiss the right spot inside of Satoru that seems to stimulate him even further. “Are you gonna come, pretty boy?” He taunts.

Satoru can only nod fervently, gripping your thigh and hoisting your leg up to wrap it around his waist. You can feel every puff of breath against your skin once he presses his face into the curve of your neck. “Give it to me," Suguru sighs the demand. "I want it so fuckin' bad.”

“M’close..” Satoru whimpers, pulling away to meet your gaze with luminescent eyes. He’s letting out small, shallow breaths as his mind short circuits. Because he starts begging you in a frenetic manner while prepping your face with soft butterfly kisses. “Can I come? Can I come inside, please?”

The view on top of you only causes you to rub your clit harder, crying out in pleasure as you reach your climax with reckless abandonment. Suguru pulls out to pump his own cock, spilling his load onto the sheets as he jerks himself off with a string of curses. Concurrently, Satoru grunts loudly, unable to hold back any longer and starts snapping his hips forward to release a torrent of hot cum deep within your waiting pussy. The first few spurts shoot straight into your womb, filling you up completely. He follows up with several more bursts, each one filling your cavity to the brim as you milk him dry.

When Satoru rolls off you, you’re both a panting mess as you lay next to each other on the bed. Suguru’s towering over the both of you, head tilted in deep thought as he tries to catch his breath after your long ordeal. His gaze hardens at your leaking cunt, watching Satoru’s cum ooze out of you in thick drops as it forms a puddle beneath you. He suddenly grabs you from the ankles, yanking you towards him as you squeal in surprise. “Wait, Suguru. M’sensitive—ahh-!”

You expected many things. For him to fuck you again on your stomach, have Satoru double penetrate you or even take your ass from behind. What you didn’t expect was for him to latch his mouth onto your pussy, moaning against your cunt as he licks Satoru’s release out of you. Suguru’s eyes flutter shut as he hums in satisfaction. His tongue is deep inside of your wet cavern, lapping up the salty ejaculate of his friend’s, mixed in with the tangy taste of your vulva. Satoru’s eyes widen at the action, unable to control his never-ending growing erection underneath the sheets. It seems like tonight was a night of surprises for everyone, not just him.

“Goddamn,” Suguru exhales as he pulls away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before crawling over you. “Tastes so good, I could eat you up all night.” He murmurs before giving you a sloppy kiss on the mouth as you laugh against his lip. When he breaks away from you, he decisively pulls in Satoru with the same generosity.

Of course, the night didn’t end there. But it wasn’t long before the three of you exhaustingly passed out into a deep slumber, completely depleted of all the pent up energy and sexual tension. Regardless of whether this changes anything between you three, the moon took over without a thought of what tomorrow might have in store for you.

It wasn’t the radiant sun rays peeking through the curtains of the guest room, or the birds happily chirping outside the window that woke Satoru up the next morning. Rather, it was his conscious taunting him for the events he took part in the night before.

A tired groan escapes him as he rises out of the bed, a throbbing headache making its way to shore as he rubs his temples. He was drunk on both you and Suguru’s tastes but sobered up on the harsh glare of reality. He was never good with alcohol, let alone being emotionally expressive. He wonders whether if he had been honest with Suguru from the beginning, things wouldn’t have gotten so complicated. He’s conflicted, but also... relieved? For last night kept replaying in his head like a vivid dream, each moment unfolding in surreal detail.

Satoru doesn’t regret it, he just hoped neither did you or Suguru.

He reluctantly trudges down the staircase, the floorboards creaking underneath his weight with palpable anticipation. There is a significant aroma of black coffee and fresh pastries wafting through the air as Satoru steps into the open space kitchen. He sees Suguru assembling the dining table; littered with fruits, muffins, scrambled eggs and breakfast patties. How long had he been awake for? He seemed freshly showered and had enough time to fetch groceries for today’s breakfast long before anyone else awoke. Was this his method of aftercare? Does he do this everytime the two of you involve a third party in your sexual endeavours?

It seemed like Satoru was lost in his own head since he had completely disregarded his surroundings until he heard his name being called. He looks up to meet onyx eyes, and a cup of coffee is handed to him. “Morning,” Suguru greets, his facial muscles relaxed and depraved of any noticeable tension. Although it was an admirable characteristic, Satoru couldn’t help but also hate how composed and collected Suguru can be, especially in situations like this where there is little indication of his friend’s inner thoughts or feelings.

“Good morning…” Satoru replies quietly as he takes the grey mug gently. His heart beats remarkably faster when their fingers brush, although he gulps when Suguru turns around without a word to walk towards the coffee maker to prepare an espresso for no other than you. But you were nowhere to be found. “Where’s [Name]?” Satoru asks after a beat.

“Still asleep.” Suguru replies with his back still facing him, but he looks over his shoulder with a small smirk as he continues, “Think you wore her out.”

Satoru’s shoulders relax when he takes note of Suguru’s friendly demeanour, all the tension suddenly evaporating from his muscles. It might not have been a verbal indication, but it was enough to reassure Satoru they weren’t going to have a repeat of how he had walked away without a word after their intimate tryst a few years ago.

Suguru turns to face him, leaning back against the kitchen island. His eyes travel up and down Satoru’s body, studying his posture with a quirked eyebrow. The azure eyed man noticeably shifts in place, feeling his spine stiffen under his gaze. “You okay?” Suguru asks.

“Yeah,” Satoru nods, taking a sip of coffee before inadvertently licking his lips. “You?”

“Never been better.”

“Good.”

Satoru’s replies were stiff and uncomfortable, and he found himself growing slightly irritated at Suguru’s casual attitude. How could he be so… nonchalant? He was behaving as if last night was the norm for the both of them. As if he hadn’t fucked Satoru nine ways to Sunday before eating his own cum out of you less than 24 hours ago. But before Satoru could utter a word, you’re already walking down the stairs and strutting into the kitchen with a tired yawn. A black silk robe hugs your frame as the hem of it stops right before your knees, and Satoru’s sure in that moment you weren’t wearing a single damn thing underneath.

As you walk up from behind Satoru, you’re on your toes to peck him on the cheek, leaving a blush of scarlet on his surprised face before walking towards your boyfriend and giving him a kiss on the lips. “Good morning,” you say softly, your mouth upturned into a radiant arc.

“Morning, baby.” Suguru mutters against your lips, giving you a small tap on the bum before handing you your espresso. “Double shot? You know me too well.” You sigh in relief as you take a small sip, humming in satisfaction as you and your boyfriend take a seat on the dining table. Satoru is baffled by the whole ordeal. You were both so normal about this. Was he just going crazy at this point?

You look up to see him still aimlessly standing there, shuffling with his feet as he looks down at the mug in his hand. He was contemplating with himself on whether he should get out of your hair and leave. But your words say otherwise. “Breakfast, Satoru?” Your eyes are warm and inviting as you look at him from your seat. Suguru, on the other hand, was not paying any attention as he plops a strawberry in his mouth whilst plating some eggs and muffins for himself.

“Y-Yeah... sure.”

It wasn’t an uncomfortable atmosphere per se. Satoru was just unsure why neither of you were addressing your ménage à trois. You’re just leisurely enjoying your breakfast, a soft smile on your lips as you feed your boyfriend a piece of your toast and urge Satoru to start eating. The man doesn’t get a chance to reply because you've already started plating his food for him. “Here. Is this okay? Or do you want to eat something else Satoru?”

It was then Satoru had decided to just accept the situation. Even if it’s just for a little while, and even if you and Suguru were planning to never speak of this to him, he was going to sit and enjoy the time he’ll be spending with the both of you for the next hour. No overthinking or self doubt. Just breakfast and conversation.

He chuckles at how you’re complaining about your boss as you talk about your job and gratefully accepts another cup of coffee. He jokingly nudges Suguru as they reminisce about their high school days while you beg for more details. He thanks you when you insist on him having more food because for some reason he was acting like a guest rather than someone that’s part of their home. Eventually, he helps you both clean up the dining table and assemble the utensils in the dishwasher at ease.

“I’m gonna shower later. Join me?” You speak to no one in particular as you wipe your hands clean. Suguru, however, gives you a curt nod as he closes the fridge after putting the food away. You’re both acquainted amongst yourselves, while Satoru slowly blends into the background.

And once again, he was out of place.

Although there were no subtle signs for him to leave, he takes it as a hint. As you and Suguru are indulged in your own conversation, Satoru quietly picks up his jacket. He doesn’t bid either of you a goodbye when he slowly turns around and walks towards the front door. His heart, once strong and steady, now splinters and sinks like a shipwreck as he swallows down his own dejection.

What did he expect, really? This was only a one-time thing and he should’ve known better. Perhaps he was at fault for giving in, or Suguru’s for never having a direct conversation with him. At this point, he seemed to be stuck in a labyrinth of three-way sex and zero communication, and if no one was going to address it, he'd just decipher the path himself, as much as he wished to not be alone during it.

“Where are you going?”

Satoru emerges from his own introspection when he hears your voice. With one hand already on the door handle, he looks behind to see you standing there. Beneath the endearing appearance of your doe eyes lay a glimmer of hurt. Were you disappointed to see him leave? Were you just as hurt as Satoru was? He clears his throat, turning around fully to face you. “I… I thought…”

Suguru appears from behind you, his hand snaking around your waist as he pulls you to his chest. He rests his chin on your shoulder. His lips are curled into a subtle, almost imperceptible smile, creating a faint but unmistakable dimple that hinted at mischief.

In that moment, Satoru couldn’t mistake the look both you and Suguru were giving him as anything else.

His heart felt as if it was soaring, buoyed by a new sense of belonging as he’s slowly delicately woven between two divergent paths of affection; the comfort of familiarity in Suguru and the allure of the known in you. Undeniably, it was a tumultuous symphony of unsatisfied cravings and doubt. So even when you utter the next few words with a soft smile as Suguru nuzzles into your neck from behind, Satoru knows that in the dance of threes, he’ll always be swept away by the rhythm of your intertwined desires.

“We have room for one more.”

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good morning (satoru x reader 18+)

summary: a good morning with satoru

w.c: 1.1K

warnings: 18+ smut, explicit language, dom!gojo, sub!reader, light somno, light free use, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, creampie, degradation, oral, light hair pulling, overstimulation

a/n: just a quick lil something and just a reminder my requests are still open :3

satoru’s hands grip your waist as you start to wake up, your brain in a fog as you gather your leave the post sleep gaze. it seems that he’s still asleep and having a very interesting dream. you can feel the bulge in his pants on your ass when he starts moving your hips for you.

at this point you can tell he’s awake now seeing as he kind of always has to be on guard. an unfortunate side effect of his power and career.

he leans forward towards your ear, nibbling it and deeply saying, “good morning sweetie.”

he slips one of his hands up your oversized sleep shirt to start teasing your nipples. satoru starts by gliding his thumb lightly over your chest, causing a small whimper to escape your mouth.

“good morning indeed,” he murmurs and uses the same hand he was using on your nipple to turn your head so he can taste your lips.

the hand that was left on your hips now trails lower to your inner thighs, lightly pushing your thighs apart and you comply like a good slut.

“always so eager for me in the morning, huh,” satoru mutters into your lips and makes sure to bite your lip as he finishes his teasing words.

your brain can’t function properly yet, still foggy with sleep. satoru’s long fingers graze the warmth through your underwear and your wetness seeping into the cloth. his pointer and middle finger ease their way up your slit and slowly circle around your clit. the sensation was borderline ticklish but still firm enough to send chills down your spine.

“‘toru please,” you plead and grind your hips into his torturously slow movements.

“you’re lucky i’m not in the mood to edge you this early in the morning,” he bites your sensitive ear again, “and that you’re constantly a wet mess around me.”

you feel him wriggle around some behind you and you soon feel the tip of his cock leaking onto the back of your underwear. he angles his hips downward to slip his dick in between your thighs.

the hand that was previously rubbing your pussy slips back down your torso. this time satoru hooks his fingers around the crotch of your underwear and pushes it aside.

you feel the cold morning air against your warm core, subconsciously clenching wanting his cock to pound it.

before you could even finish processing your last thought, your eyes roll far back and you choke on your breath as satoru’s girthiness stretches you open once more.

the hand that he was using to hold your underwear to the side starts rubbing your clit again as he starts rapidly thrusting into you.

his other hand is holding up your leg while he pounds you on your side. between the angle and the constant simulation, you start creaming around his length. your mouth drops open in a silent scream as the pleasure catches up to your brain.

the way your pussy clenches satoru’s cock makes him go even harder. you can feel the way his heavy balls slap the plumpness of your ass. you’re pretty sure you can also feel the sting full pleasure of his tip kissing your cervix.

satoru picks up on what he’s feeling and it somehow just fuels him more. he’s imagining pounding your cervix as he releases, just pumping each shot of his cum straight into your womb.

“gonna fuck a baby right into your greedy little cunt,” he moans into your ear, “gonna keep pounding your tight pussy until my cum is dripping out of you for dayssss.”

he draws out the ‘s’ at the end of his sentence at the feeling of your heat suffocating him. the threat of his words turning you on more somehow in the mushiness of your brain.

“is that what you want slut? you want me to knock your pretty pussy up? want me to ruin your cunt with my seed? take it, take it!” he growls the last part of his words.

satoru’s hand keeps moving in tight fast circles on your clit as he ruts his hips aiming towards your g spot. he successfully does so and your body tenses up at all the pleasure all at once. as soon as the first grunt and rope of satoru’s cum warming your insides, it triggers your own orgasm. except this time you also squirt all over his fingers still vigorously rubbing your clit.

“‘toruuuu oh fuck!” you moan loudly as you squirt for the first time.

the erotic feeling tingling its way all the way down to your toes. as you start coming down, you pant trying to catch your breath.

“i didn’t know you could do that,” satoru says in amazement, pulling his now soft cock out of you.

“me either,” you pant back.

he sits up to admire his handiwork, readjusting himself to get a better look. the feeling of embarrassment creeps its way through your body and it makes you shiver. ‘toru uses the hand that was previously holding your leg up to drag its way down your thigh and uses his fingers to scoop up the leaking cum and push it right back in where it belongs.

too focused on the overstimulation from his fingers, you don’t realize that he slides out from behind you and is now in between your legs. before you could even react to him moving, his lips are already suctioned around your clit while his fingers pound against your g-spot. you thread your fingers through satoru’s hair with your head thrown backwards in pleasure.

your legs start to shake uncontrollably as he loosens the suction around your clit and instead uses his tongue, flicking it all around your sweet spot.

you tighten your grip on ‘toru’s hair as you feel your release snap. you feel the buzzing of pure ecstasy flowing through your veins, the sensation completely overtaking your whole being.

as you slowly come back down, you can hear the sloppy state of your very over sensitive pussy. satoru slips his fingers out of you and kisses your thigh. you look down at the white haired male and you see the biggest smug smile on his very wet face and you hide your own in your hands.

“hey don’t hide baby, you did great,” he sits up to comfort you and pulls you into a hug.

he kisses your hands covering your face, giving small pecks over and over again trying to get you to move them.

“c’mon let me see that beautiful face!”

“nooo! i’m embarrassed!”

“too bad, you shouldn’t be! here, let’s clean up in the bath. and i’ll order us some crepes for breakfast!”

and before you could even tell him that you don’t think your legs would work, he already was carrying you bridal style into your shared bathroom where satoru will definitely give you like three more orgasms.

unboxing with suguru geto

pages from fiction | hawks x reader

summary - hawks discovers you read smutty manga ... about him. word count - 4k notes - some shameless smut for the new year featuring afab! reader and the birdman :) animated borders credit @/enchanthings-a warnings - smut, use of pet name, biting, teasing, oral (f!), PIV penetration, humor 18+ only!

You have a visitor… Not unwanted, just unexpected. 

It’s around noon when you return to your apartment. You only manage to kick off your shoes when you find your friend, Hawks, on your sofa. His massive wings are pinned against the cushions, his gloves, headset, and eyewear discarded on the coffee table.  

He must have entered through the balcony door, often left unlocked whenever he wanted to visit or take a break from patrol. It’s not an unusual thing to come home to, so you’re not put off by his appearance. He knows how to keep himself entertained while you’re out. Sometimes channel surfing, scrolling on his phone, or on occasion, napping on your sofa. 

Today, he seems to be in the mood to read.

You take a few steps from the door, only to stop in your tracks as your eyes zero in on the book held in his hands. 

Your good-natured greeting dies on your tongue, too shocked to process what you’re actually seeing. 

It was a mistake, an oversight on your part, but you can’t take it back now. But if you could, you would have never left that book out in the open. Because you never intended for Hawks to find the doujinshi based off of him lying around where he could find it. 

Hawks peers up, giving you a friendly onceover,  way too calm for your liking that you blurt out, “It was Mirko.” 

It was a gag gift from Mirko. In honor of April Fool’s Day that passed recently. Her sense of humor often involved teasing you for your crush on Hawks. So much, that opportunity knocked at the right time and she presented you with an explicit gift. 

“Manga?” You had raised a brow at the offering. “A joke manga?” you added, taking it without a proper glance.  

She grinned like a madwoman, urging you to give it more attention. “A niche kind of manga. Thought of you when I saw it.” 

Flipping to the front cover, blood rushed to your face, jumpstarting your pulse. 

Large, feathered wings, a bare chest, bedroom eyes that resembled your favorite Pro Hero with the very suggestive title—  

“ A Hawks in Rut ,” Hawks recites aloud, bringing you back to the present. He rises to his feet, leveling you with a mischievous gaze.  

You’re guilty, and he knows you are, because it’s the truth. Despite giving Mirko stick for the stunt, you didn’t turn down the gift. Nor did anything stop you from poring over each panel, deep into the night.  

Your mind was in overdrive, inserting yourself in the heroine’s shoes as the manga-version of Hawks ravaged every inch of her. You didn’t even know stuff like this existed. Fan-made, X-rated content of Pro Heroes for public consumption? Is this even legal? You demanded to know where Mirko got this, but her lips were sealed. 

You haven’t budged an inch, rooted to the spot by the door. Fight or flight, your mind crosses between two thoughts: snatch the manga back from Hawks or flee your own apartment.  

Hawks pays your inner conflict no mind. And if he does, then he’s being a little shit about it. Because he approaches with a casual swagger, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other still holding the manga.  

As he draws closer, your mind glitches, stuck on repeat. “It was Mirko.”

Hawks croons. “Aww, that’s cute. Giving you a manga using my likeness.”

“It was a joke,” comes your quick response. 

“What part?” Hawks tilts his head. “The gift? The story? The drawings of me naked?”

Your eyes widen, mouth floundering. “No, no, no, Hawks—no! I wasn’t—” You weren’t poking fun at him if that’s what he means. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

His voice dials down to a husk. “Oh? So, tell me, birdy…”

Any attempt you make at a rational response is futile. Because hearing that pet name, the same one used in the manga—out of Hawks’s own mouth — turns your mind into cotton. It’s a sin how much you liked it, and it was criminal to want to hear it used again and again…

However, you gather your wits before you lose them entirely, keen to know, “How much of that did you read?” 

From the amused sparkle in his eyes, it’s obvious Hawks has read more than enough. He puffs out a laugh. “Not much to ‘read’, really. Unless you mean the dialogue of...pleasure.” Another step closer and he’s haunting your space. “How much did you read?”

All of it in one sitting. Several times you tried to set the book down but couldn’t. Rather you were hooked, flipping through it, a budding warmth dampening the center of your thighs. By the end of it, you were dizzy and breathless, passing out with those lewd illustrations stamped behind your eyes. They invaded your dreams too. Hawks, nude, looming over you in bed…

“Birdy…” he singsongs, voice dripping with honey. “Lost you there for a second. Must have been a page-turner. The kind you read late at night, under the covers, maybe?”

Your pulse beats fast as he plucks your hand. “And this between your legs?” he whispers into your knuckles, warm breath turning into a soft kiss.

Without thinking, your hand reels back, incriminating yourself.

Hawks’s brows reach his hairline. “Oh…someone looks guilty. But what for?” He veers closer, until your back settles on the door. 

He takes advantage of that, planting his hand against the wood, a hairsbreadth away from your head. 

It’s only now you realize he’s not wearing his jacket. From the corners of your vision, all you see is strong, lean muscle that drags your gaze from his arm to his chest. 

You want to have some sense of decorum, but how can you?

Of course, you always knew his hero uniform was on the snug side. Intended for streamlining in the air while remaining lightweight. But you never realized just how skin-tight it was. Like the fabric was painted on. It moves with his chest, sculpting its strength, outlining every inch of him in the best way.  

Venturing a glimpse up, you’re met with a golden gaze, both predatory and beautiful, sending a shiver down your spine. 

For a long moment, he holds your stare, the intensity of it making you weak-kneed. 

“You know,” Hawks starts, flitting his attention back to the book. “Whoever drew these, they’re very creative. They did overexaggerate my eyes, however,” he laughs, turning a page. “Didn’t nail down my wingspan either. Can’t blame them. Too many feathers to draw. Not really the star of the show, right?”

Another turn of the page, the wrinkle of paper sounds like thunder.

“As for my dick…” 

He’s shameless, having way too much fun toying with you. Testing your limits, like a predator with its prey.  

He nods, contemplative, a look of appraisal. “…I’m flattered, they got something right.”

The mischief in his eyes has you averting your stare, anywhere else, only to brake at something beneath his belt.  

It’s a silhouette at first, but as you gawk further, the impossible-to-ignore bulge strains within the confines of Hawks’s pants. 

His eyes drop to his crotch, and he hums, “Speak of the devil.”

Nerves tie a knot in your throat. In classic Hawks fashion, he’s playful about it, blurring the line between seductive and casual. His serenity only leaves you more flustered as your imagination runs rampant, envisioning the details of Hawks’s cock. 

But he’s not done yet. Hawks carries on, flipping through the book once more. “This looks like a fun position. Got to be really flexible to pull this off.”

This time, he turns the manga to your sights, and you almost swoon. 

An entire, singular panel spans both pages. Hawks and the heroine on her bed, him hovering her very, very vulnerable form. Legs folded so tightly with her knees nearly touching her shoulders. And the only dialogue in the panel coming from Hawks: I’m gonna breed you like this. 

You remember drooling over that panel for so long you needed reprieve before bed. The page was even dogeared because you were such a fucking perv.

He looms over, leaving a scant gap between your bodies. Move one inch and you’ll nudge his front. You’re stiff, doing the worst at ignoring his erection. 

“And about my rut,” comes his voice again, sensuous as silk. 

You swallow hard, skin prickling with heat that gathers between your thighs.

Up close, Hawks’s smirk only makes things worse or better…you’ve yet to decide. Regardless, the flash of his Colgate-smile, conspiratorial, pours sparks down your frame. 

He tuts, the sound reaching your ears like a purr. “That silly rumor.”

You blink, pulled out of the fantasy for a moment. You were privy to the alleged spring rut that Hawks experienced. Or so you thought. You had boldly asked Mirko about it once, and she seemed to have more intel.

“That’s why he’s always on ‘special assignment’ for a few weeks,” she had alluded. 

Social media and the tabloids were no different, publishing stories about how Hawks was once again missing in action from public hero events around April. The speculations circulated on the streets too that Hawks entering a rut every spring was practically decreed fact.  

Except it might not be fact after all. Just fodder?

You look up at him, deeply curious, and mildly disappointed… “A rumor?” 

You half-expect Hawks to burst into laughter. Perhaps even to bemoan the public’s misconception of him. But what you see instead is the look of a hunter striking his gaze. 

You stammer, “So, it’s not true—?” 

It happens in a flurry. You’re swept off your feet one second, and airborne, over Hawks’s shoulder the next. And the rest of your apartment glides past your sights. 

Hawks drops you onto your bed, fingering the hem of your shirt.   

Red feathers flutter around to assist. Hawks is hasty, dragging your shirt, while something sharp and swift cuts the back of your bra. The world is nothing but cotton and rustling fabric until your shirt is disposed.

You flop back onto the mattress, tits to the wind. Next, your jeans and underwear are dragged off without fanfare, And Hawks…despite his hurry, takes a pause, blowing out a wolf-whistle.

Sharp eyes rake your chest. “Look at that…there’s a fox hiding under those clothes.” 

Your mind goes static with anticipation, entranced with the way Hawks shamelessly appraises your body. 

There’s a dark and raptorial shift as Hawks’s gaze snaps to yours. He drops forward, wings flared out, casting a crimson eclipse from above. 

“Hawks?”

His hand skims up your stomach, leaving a path of goosebumps in its wake before palming your breast. You mewl as he squeezes your flesh.

“You’re so soft,” he rasps, crawling over you, a predator ready to strike. “I can’t wait to leave my marks…” He seals that oath with a searing kiss. 

It catches you by surprise, you try to keep up with his pace, but it’s all-consuming. Sloppy and hungry, a faint whimper falls out from your lips, but Hawks hears it. 

He pulls back, a tendril of saliva breaking apart. “You want that too.” He grins, a growl scraping against his throat. “I can tell. Just fucking look at you. Naked, sprawled on your back, and…”

He trails off, eyes doing the same until they reach your center. 

You’re so wet for him, the arousal leaking from your pussy long before he brought you to the bed. 

Hawks bares his teeth like an animal. “Shit, you got yourself so messy.” He drags his nails up your plush thighs. 

Your skin shivers under the possessive sting. “Hawks—I thought it was a rumor?”

“It is. But everything’s a rumor until proven true." A carnal edge curls around his words, leaving you clueless.  “So—” you breathe. “Are you—are you really in rut—” 

The details of the manga’s story are hazy now, you can only recall a few details. 

Hawks requesting the heroine’s assistance in his lust-filled affliction. From there it went from zero to one hundred fast. 

As you stare at Hawks now in the flesh, it’s like the pages from fiction have come to life. 

“Hawks—” you gasp. 

“ Keigo ,” he cuts you short, voice tight. “If you want me to stop, call me Hawks.” That playful side to him from earlier is nowhere to be seen. It’s been swallowed up by something else. “Call me by my real name…and I’ll keep going. Say my name, and I won’t stop .”

The choice is yours, hanging in the stagnant air. Your breathing is labored, dizzy, an ache gnaws at your stomach. From the way Hawks watches you, his chest stiffening as he sucks in a sharp breath, his willpower is withering. 

You’ve always been careful using his real name. Security reasons, and because ‘Hawks’ was sewn tight within his identity. If you utter his actual name, you won’t be able to undo whatever he has planned. 

It’s a thought you should consider. Rethink how this will affect your friendship with him going forward. How it will affect your own feelings. Despite the circumstances, he’s giving you the option, handing over the reins before he takes them back. 

However, those principles elude you, overshadowed by your own selfish desire. 

Your fate leaves your lips in a forbidden whisper, you’re not sure he hears it. “Keigo.” 

But Keigo does, smug as he presses his lips onto yours in a passionate kiss. “That’s my birdy.”

You whine at the affection. Impatient, you weave your hands into his hair to draw him close. He indulges you for a moment, sliding his tongue inside of your mouth. He tastes of sweet coffee, the stroke of his tongue akin to a shot of espresso.

He releases a guttural moan. “Fuck…you’re a great kisser.” He deepens the kiss, stealing the air from your lungs.  

Caught between half-breaths, your head spins. 

“Stay still for me.” Keigo nips at your jaw before falling back on his haunches.

You comply, watching him peel at the neckline of his shirt with precision. Even so, he’s quick with it, wings folding together so that he can slip it off. It’s like an art form, the way his torso stretches, the deftness in his fingers working with the fabric, and the bend of his wings. By the time he’s shirtless, there’s more to see. 

Toned muscle, a six-pack carved into the planes of his stomach, a happy trail sinking past his belt. All that hero training evident in his body, you imagine the same applies to his stamina. At least you’re soon to find out. 

Keigo’s shirt lands somewhere in the room, humored to find you admiring his physique. “You’re the judge. Tell me, better than those drawings?”

The cockiness is distinct in his tone, a signature trait of his that you’ve always adored in secret. If the circumstances were different, you wouldn’t feed that ego of his. But pinned beneath him, a hot frustration simmers in your belly—you don’t care. 

Mouth agape, you nod. Not an ounce of shame left in you.   

Keigo lowers to kiss you again. From the sting of his teeth, you feel blood rushing to your lower lip. He scratches kisses on your neck then, sucking harshly at the skin, leaving marks by your pulse. 

True to his earlier promise, Keigo takes a bite out of every part of you. Your throat, your collarbone, like he’s desperate to devour you before he misses his chance. 

When he reaches your breast, you arch into him. “Keigo—”

You catch the low rumble in his throat, slotting your nipple with his mouth. He sucks harshly, the lewd noises spilling into the air, joining another gasp of his name from your lips. 

He pulls back a little to grab your breasts in both hands, pressing them together to give them as much equal, hungry attention. 

After a moment, Keigo’s attention skates downwards, thumbs pressing into your hip bones, wet kisses smattering all over your stomach. 

Despite the sloppy pace, there’s a reverence in the way Keigo spoils your body. Almost ritualistic and innate. His touch searches and finds the right spots with ease, even parts of your body you didn’t realize were sensitive. Like your rib cage. He sinks his teeth there to leave a loving mark. 

His pace dials down the lower he sinks, then stops when his eyes are reunited with your wet heat.

You can’t describe his expression beyond calling it a trance. Flushed cheeks, lidded eyes, a gaping maw scorching your pussy with his breaths. More surprising, is the loss of his silver-tongue. He licks his lips, but says nothing, like words would fail him if he tried. A certified yapper silenced. 

Then his wings open up, feathers ruffling in light tremors. A few shake free and one lands between your breasts. You take it, running your thumb along the quill.

Keigo shivers. You lift a brow, stroking the feather again, watching him bristle. You don’t recall this happening in the manga. 

“Keigo?” you utter and it’s like his senses snap together. 

He blinks, eyes crawling up to meet yours. A predacious grin forms around his gaping mouth. “Still here, birdy. Just admiring this beautiful pussy of yours—”

Whatever restraint he had left fades in seconds. He tugs you closer and spreads your thighs wide. Dangling his tongue, he gives you another heated look. You watch a dribble of saliva meet your clit, the final warning before Keigo plunges his tongue deep inside of you. 

Pleasure sparks under your skin, glimpses of stars enter your sights. 

It’s all tongue, swiping and thrusting, while Keigo’s talons pierce into your thighs to keep you still. You tremble, already so close to reaching your peak, something Keigo seems privy to. 

He switches to give your clit the most attention, demanding, “You better cum on my fucking face, birdy…”

That authority sends you spiraling, pure ecstasy bursts in your vision, cumming on his tongue. “Keigo!”

“That’s it, that’s it—” he chokes on a grunt, wings tense in the air. “That’s my birdy—fuck—make a mess!”

He slurps every drop, groaning like the pleasure is equally his.

Thigh twitching and muscles numb from being pinned down, you’re mindless as Keigo laps you up with an endless greed. 

You’re not sure how much time has passed. Minutes? Or maybe only a few seconds, because Keigo gives your pussy a gentle kiss before he rises to look at you. 

He smirks. “Still with me?”

You puff out a weak laugh. “Still here…” 

Keigo crawls over, takes your jaw, rewarding you with a fiery kiss to the lips. His front nestles between your thighs. At the press of his erection, a whimper breaks loose from your throat. 

“Not enough for you, huh? Want me to fuck you? Need me to stuff you with my cock?”

“Mhm…” is the only thing you manage.  

Thankfully, Keigo doesn’t torture you any longer. He chuckles, sliding off the bed without looking away. “Make sure those eyes don’t roll out, baby,” he says in preamble, unbuckling his belt. 

You prop yourself on your elbows, eager to watch him strip the last of his clothes. You don’t care how much of a voyeur you’re being. That ship has sailed. 

Keigo slides his pants and boxers off in a hurry. 

His cock springs out and a wave of renewed arousal washes over your body. 

It’s…far better than the illustrations. Far better than your own fantasies. It’s impressive, it’s endowed .

It’s beautiful… Hard and thick, a vein wrapped around the shaft. The tip is flushed a deep red, topped with a pearl of pre-cum.  

Keigo returns to the bed, casting his form of yours. His eyes ride up your stomach, over the valley of your breasts, then finally screech to a halt at your gaze. 

You wonder what you must look like to him because a reflection of your own carnal desire stares back at you tenfold. Keigo’s sharp eyes, pupils blown in a dark vortex, pulling you in deeper. Beautiful, slick lips, agape as he takes a staggered breath.  

He’s always been a master of control. But seeing him in this state triggers a new level of desire within you. For that resolve of his to chip away—to witness a raw, animalistic layer unravel. 

The tip of his dick slides across your center. Rock hard and so fucking heavy, your hips buck up for more friction, turning you into a mewling mess. 

Keigo, however, is no better than you, lust weighing his voice down like iron. “You ready for me?” 

Another pitiful whine pours from your mouth. Words are difficult. Your mind has gone static, too frustrated to think. 

A sharp hiss echoes from above. Keigo bites down on a grin. “Fuck…you’re a vision like this.” Strong hands press down on your thighs, a delicious ache, eclipsed with the feel of Keigo’s dick stroking the seam of your pussy. “Can’t hold back anymore.”

Desperation is caught between Keigo’s lidded eyes. A feral kind of hunger that matches a beast's after staving off for too long. 

“Keigo…” you whine, your hand skims downwards to your pussy. Fingers splay out your folds in a plea. 

“Oh…” Keigo groans, a shudder running from every feather down to his spine. “My name belongs in your mouth. Say it again.”

“Keigo.”

“Fuck…just like that.” He meshes his lips to yours with bruising force, consuming your moans. When he pushes off, he takes your legs, folding them at the knees to crush them between your bodies. “Gotta give you the real, authentic ‘Hawks’ experience,” he growls with a hint of humor. 

His dick nudges your opening. Your pussy flutters, hoping to catch him. But Keigo does the rest, too impatient to wait, he pushes himself in. “Count the inches, baby.”

One...two...the stretch is intoxicating. 

Three...four...his length pulses in your heat. 

Five…six…seven…you lose count of the rest as Keigo buries it all to a hilt. 

Together, you moan in bliss.

Keigo waits a moment for you to adjust and for him to bask in the way your walls suck him in. When that moment passes, he says, “Moving now.”

Your arms enfold around his neck as he pulls out fully and thrusts back in. 

He fucks you with unbridled fervor. Keigo mutters a string of curses, reaching your ears like a melody. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, you’re so fucking perfect.”

On impulse, your hand slides down to the base between his wings. You press into it, fingers knotting in his feathers. 

“Ah—baby, my wings, yes, play with my wings—touch them—”

Between his thrusts inside of you and his pleas, your hands are clumsy brushing through the plumage. You lack any sort of technique, but Keigo responds in favor, moaning in your ear while his wings bristle at your touch.

The animalistic display sends a spark down to your center and you clench around his length.

Keigo chuckles, though it’s strained. “Shit, the way you just got even tighter now…fuck...you feel so fucking good—”

While his pace starts to lose rhythm, the stamina has yet to fail him, nor does he ever miss hitting your sensitive spots. Each sharp thrust brings you closer to your climax. 

Keigo can read your body, gauging how close you are. “Let me feel you cum on my cock—please cum on my cock, birdy, fuck—”

It’s nothing but babbling from him now. He looks at you, a hint of vulnerability hidden in that feral vortex. And with a few more harsh strokes your senses bubble over and fizz into euphoria.  

“That’s my birdy,” he rasps into your mouth, praising you with a loving kiss before he bucks his hips a few more times, triggering his own release. 

He spills inside of you, warm and sticky, you savor the feeling as you both catch your breath. You also take the moment to cherish his appearance. 

Dewy skin, pink cheeks, slick all over his lips and chin. Some strands of his classic windswept hair cling to his forehead. You brush them away, meeting his gaze.

He leans into your touch, slipping his arms beneath your back to draw you in and rain kisses all over your face. 

Your laughter echoes in the room, your senses fluttering back like a loose feather. 

Keigo gulps, taking another deep breath. “Well…that's my kind of page turner.”

You snort, bristling at the new onslaught of kisses on your neck. “Nothing compares to the real thing.”

Keigo coos into your pulse. “A book can only show you so much. It can stir that imagination of yours, but…” He kisses you on the lips. “It can’t fuck you. That’s what I'm meant for.”

After this, you doubt you’ll be able to look at the doujinshi the same way. That version of Hawks may have been a fun fantasy, but Keigo is much more special. 

Without warning, you’re flipped over. You only register your face pressed into the sheets before Keigo hikes your hips up so that your ass is on full display. He rubs the tip of his dick against your slit. It’s already hard again, leaking against your folds. 

He brushes the hair from your nape, folding over to whisper in your ear. “That was round one, birdy. Still got to mark up this pretty, delicate back of yours.”

You shudder with excitement, hoping you’ll be able to keep up with Keigo’s stamina. However long that lasts.

So, it’s true? He has a rut? He's in rut?

Keigo takes your hips in his hands, and you brace yourself, grasping onto the sheets. Whether it is or it isn’t, you don’t care to know.  

..............................................

Mirko sends off the civilians she just rescued with a wave. The authorities will handle the rest as she returns to her patrol, maybe even grab a quick dinner beforehand.

She fishes for her phone in her suit’s pocket and considers maybe meeting up with other heroes if they’d like to join.  

Tapping at the screen, she’s met with two notifications.  

[You – 6:40pm]: Did I ever thank you for that manga? 😉🙏

[Hawks – 7:06pm]: I owe you one!!! 

Mirko cackles. No questions, no explanations, no text replies needed. At least now, she knows to rule you and Hawks out for dinner plans tonight. “Pervs."

a/n: adding to the pile of 'hawks in rut' stories with my own twist! hope you enjoyed! and happy 2025!!

These days I have been working on other drawings and finishing the ones I had pending, this is one of them, which joins the collection I already have 🤣

personally i think choso would be the definition of a switch, one day he’s being the cutest begging for you. and the next he’s an absolute menace to your cunt, destroying your pussy from the inside out <3

roomatewithbenefits!geto who returns from work, stressed, to the apartment you share with him. he's ready for a long shower, only to find you in the sole bathroom the place had taking a bath.

your nude body relaxing in the pink bubbly water, a cigarette between your fingers with the smoke lazily dancing above the tip. soft melodies coming from your speaker fill the cramped space with a soothing hum.

you look up at him and smile softly. he returns the gesture, a slight tint of fatigue in his expression. his tired eyes lazily scan your body, taking in your figure as he leans against the doorframe.

"how was work?" you ask.

"awful," he sighs.

you don't answer. instead, you take a drag of your cigarette and gesture with your finger for him to get closer. he huffs a soft laugh, pulling the hairband from his long hair before he starts unbuttoning his shirt with one hand, his eyes never leaving yours.

he undresses until he's down to his briefs, then sits on the edge of the bathtub and takes the cigarette from your fingers. he takes a long drag, the smoke curling out from his nose as he exhales with a loud sigh.

"wanna get in?" you offer.

-

the splashes of the bath water almost compete with envy with the wet sounds of your pussy being pounded. geto was laying down on the bath, his neck on the pink headrest you bought online, his long legs spreading alongside the small bathtub. his fingers were gripping the sides of your hips so hard that they may leave a couple bruises. you were riding him - well, you were on top of him while he fucked you.

from your point of view, you could appreciate his expressions. how his brows furrowed, how his teeth sank on his bottom lip, how his eyes rolled back into his skull when you swayed your hips in circular motions. he was a sight for sore eyes with his pale skin flushed from the pleasure and his black hair damp from the water.

his length was buried deep inside your walls, his balls slamming against your ass when he thrusted up. he may've been tired, but that never meant a mediocre fuck. no, he always went all out with you. always so passionate.

"fuck- you're being so good to me, always so good. being my little stress ball, my little toy to relieve my stress, hm? you like it when i use you like this?"

⋆.˚⭒⋆.˚ WATCH IT!

Gojo Satoru didn't predicted this move... So he ended up fucking you lol ⋆⭒˚｡⋆ G!Satoru x afab!reader and sex pollen!

tags: smut, sex pollen, unprocteted sex (wrap it and pee after sex), overstimulation (like A LOT), use of nicknames (princess, baby, good boy, love...) multiple rounds, praise kink, angst if you squint your eyes till you cry like gojo, sub(ish)!gojo satoru, god complex, fluff if you take one eye out, crack, belly bulgde, creampie, breeding kink, crempie kink, A LOT of cum, dumbfication, cock warming, npr.

A/N: happy holidays! might be my last writing of the year so i wish you lots of love and happiness <3 i might write pt2 for this one and 'she's back', which one would you like first?

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DAY 1: HOW IT STARTED

How the fuck at his grown ass age Gojo Satoru could be this stupid. And that’s big coming from him, because this man considers himself the senior of seniors and god of gods. So, how come he falled into this?

And you know what? Maybe it is his fault! For believing he’s a superior and underestimating such a weak and useless curse he just killed. But, this weak and useless curse has him going crazy. That really was karma paying back to him because motherfucker- Why is he feeling all giddy and hot all of sudden? This has never happened to him before, so that’s why he’s losing his mind right now and almost sprinting into his room because of how bothered he was feeling to just teleport. 

Everything was like hell. Really, like hot as hell. And how does Satoru know that? Uh well, because he’s living it right now.

He couldn’t bear the sensation anymore and dialogue Shoko’s number like it was a habit.

“What do you want, Gojo? I’m in the middle of trying to know how Yuuji’s body is capable of being Sukuna’s vessel. Like- It’s quite important right now, and more than debating about some of your dumb tv shows you-”

Shoko’s voice was interrupted by a whine coming from Gojo’s line, seconds of silence continued the awkward moment between the both of them, while all Gojo could do was breathe and maintain his whines inside of his body before he started literally moaning.

“Are you okay, Gojo?...”

“Fuck, no. Some fucking curse sprayed me all over with some fucking stinky pollen. Didn’t even taste great, by the way. And now I'm just feeling really hot, sometimes dizzy… or kinda giddy? fuck. And my breathing became irregular. I’m fucking sprawled out in my bed trying to find a comfy position but my legs won’t cooperate.”

A loud laugh was heard coming from Shoko’s line. It was clear she’s been holding it all this time just trying to make sure she’s gettin it right.. and well. 

“Gojo.”

“Yeah?”

“Are you hard right now?”

Silence. 

“You know what? I’m sending Y/N over there with some medicine. You’ve been sprayed with sex pollen by the way.”

Sex- what?! 

Before he couldn’t even ask Shoko any question since she quickly hung up. Leaving a needy and confused (and hard) Gojo.

Knock. Knock. 

No answer, but a weird sounding moan? You gave yourself permission to enter Gojo’s room since no life signals were heard. But- holy fuck. Was this a reward or a punishment from the gods?

He was kneeled down on his bed, one of his hands used as a support placed in his bare calf while his other hand was as fast as possible jerking himself off. You stayed still some seconds before rewinding back to what Shoko told you before coming here.

“He might be another type… of… Gojo?... Anyways. He’ll be really needy and like a lost puppy looking for some salvation. I gave you this backpack with all you would need, yeah? Thank me later and good luck.”

So that’s why her flat ass was quickly sending you off with a backpack full of water bottles and snacks. Sex fucking pollen. Great.

It’s not like people don’t know that both of you have been crushing into each other lately, hell- even his newest student asked about this. But you never expected for it to be like this.

“G-Gojo…?”

Your voice was barely a whisper, but it’s like a hawk located his next prey because of how instant his reaction was just for your voice. A drunk smile on his face, while both of his hands fall infront of him trying to hide the act that was going on minutes ago. His sculptured white as snow body covered in a hot layer of sweat. Not being able to catch a breath thanks to this sight, somehow he’s in front of you. 

“Are you here to help me? Y/N?”

His voice sounded so different. But at the same time it was just Gojo.

A small nod was all the reaction he got. You could smell that sweaty smell, looking down you found yourself looking at a large wet spot staining his black briefs. While his cock does nothing to imagination, marking perfectly the shape of it. Moving your gaze to his v-line, a white happy trail proudly adorning it. Eyes moving up, you found yourself looking at his clearly erected nipples, But all this examination was over once he interrupted your thoughts.

“I need a verbal affirmation, princess”

Ah, the nicknames. If you weren’t wet by now, you’re pretty sure you’re leaking right now all because of him.

“Yes Satoru, I’ll help you.”

His knees felt weak. Literally. He kneeled down in front of you, it was like he hypnotized and somehow could smell through your body into emotions. His hands were cold but hot at the same time he roamed your body.

You tried warning him by calling his name while he started kissing the softness of your thighs, telling him to at least move you towards the bed. And his body was doing what you said like if you were controlling him, while his mind was somewhere else. He moved the both of you towards his bed, making you lie down. His head not wasting any second between your thighs until his nose touched where you needed him the most and you whimpered at the feeling. Clearly triggering a new kind of need inside Gojo.

Everything happened really fast. Between some kisses and moaning, Gojo ripped your shorts and pantoes a muffled noise coming out from him of what you suppose was “I’ll buy you new ones later” but right now you couldn’t care less.

Not when his tongue slowly started tracing the way from your entrance until it reached your core. Teasing it with kitten licks, while his hands remained on your hips from preventing moving them.

His tongue quickly found a rhythm between your entrance and your clit, forming infinite signs between them. And the simulation was too much you couldn’t notify Gojo about your orgasm- But he was so lost in the feeling of your thighs suffocating him and the taste of yourself in his lips, he swears he could die as a happy man right now.

And like it wasn’t enough, Gojo kept eating you out even after your intense orgasm. Overstimulation taking over your body, trying to take him off your core, ended up with annoyed groans coming out from him.

“Satoru, love, fuck. I need you to stop, please.”

The nickname had him exploding with happiness, he really looked like a puppy from this angle. His eyes looked ethereal, his mouth covered with your fluids and his face was with a cute smile while he called out your name.

“Will you please let me fuck you?”

A small giggle came out from your mouth, Gojo’s face looked a little sad and embarrassed, but was quickly erased when you pecked his lips. And that was all he needed to clumsily take off his briefs and while he climbed back to the bed, taking off your top while doing so. His eyes were full of adoration looking over your body, before he pressed his lips into yours, locking them for a long moment, clearly enjoying the moment, before the kiss turned more heated and he started kissing every part of your body again.

His tip was now wet thanks to your folds, Easily slipping through it. 

“Ffuck- Ssatoru- Be a good boy and put it in, please?”

Gojo needed no more words before thrusting his cock whole into you with one swift movement, hitting perfectly against that spongy spot that made you see stars. But something didn’t feel right. Not in a bad way. Since you re-opened your eyes to find a glassy eyed Satoru mumbling a lot of ´sorry’s´ while he kept thrusting.

Oh.

He came with just one thrust and was overstimulating himself, still rock hard with no break while he hid his face in the crook of your neck while marking it as his and tearing down from the pleasure. 

You’re pretty sure he came again, when he whimpered your name and moaned against your ear but still continued thrusting into you perfectly. And he was so lost in the pleasure of overstimulating himself he didn’t realize once he confessed to you.

“You’re so pretty- ffuck– I really want to make you mine now. So no one could look at you, not even in a friendly way. Just… have you all for me- sshit. I love you.”

You didn’t want to get your hopes up, thinking it was all because of the moment, so you just had to enjoy it for now. His thrusts were so  fast and hard, but somehow still felt romantic. Like this was a normal routine on a daily basis. And you would be disgusted by the pool of cum forming under the both of you if you weren’t so close to your third orgasm this night. No matter how many times you told Gojo to stop for a moment and take a break, he would cum again, and still be hard so he had to keep thrusting.

Your mind is lost now. All you could ever think about right now was Gojo Satoru and his immense cock. He wouldn’t stop mumbling praises to you, saying this was all for you to feel good and he would stop once you cum at least 3 times more than him. A hard dare to get over with. Or maybe it already happened?

You begged for mercy, not thinking he could get another orgasm out of you. Hell- to even get an orgasm out of him. His hands interweld into yours, and moved it down towards your tummy.

“Do you feel it, baby? I'm right here. Ahh~ I’m pretty sure my cum is there too heh. Your tummy is full of me and my cum.”

He sounded drunk. Like. Really drunk. But his words took off your last orgasm of the night, apparently your reaction making his trigger off and cum… dry?

How many fucking times did Gojo Satoru came inside you?

Will pills even prevent a pregnancy?

“Ah- shit baby.”

You couldn’t pay attention to him anymore, quickly slipping into dreamland. Gojo not once leaves your side. Literally. He was cock-warming, still hard, but no energy (and cum) to continue his misery.

You were here at 7.45 o’clock, one last look at the clock and it was 3.23 in the morning.

And it was like you just blinked, because a whimper came out of your mouth. Looking again into the clock, it was 10 AM, and Gojo was not over.

i apologize in advance but i will be slightly updating my mobile theme :’)