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gamer!choso bending you over his gaming table thinking the live camera feeds cut off but it’s still live.

gamer!choso who fucks you like he hates you, but whispers ‘I love you’ over and over into your ear.

gamer!choso knowing he left the live on, but of course it’s on accident, right?

gamer!choso fucking you dumb while your cheeks are pressed onto his desk, his hips snapping against yours, the tip of his dick hitting your spongy g spot every time, moans spilling past your lips and eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

gamer!choso making you squirt all over his cock, catching it allll on camera. The chat on the screen blowing up with comments about how pretty you are. ‘Omg I wish that was me!’ One comment reads, another one stating, ‘wow she’s hot must be fuckin her nice’

gamer!choso grabbing your face and making you turn and look at the camera, pupils blown out and drool spilling from your lips. Eyes widening when you see the camera still on and the chat still filling up with comments.

gamer!choso later starts a ~private~ patreon later on in the week, featuring videos with you and him starring in the videos.

꒰꒰mdni // masterlist꒱꒱

Riding Choso’s abs, slick pussy gliding against the ridges and contours of his muscles. Struggling to keep the noises you’re making at bay and having to give up all together, letting the pathetic moans and whimpers you’re making for him fall freely.

Choso’s so painfully hard watching you rub your cunt all over him, at the sounds of your moans. Dick straining against his pants, neglected and needy, tip sticky and leaking. His hands rest on your thighs, on your hips, anywhere he can get to. Wanting to touch you, needing his hands on you at any given moment.

His abs flex under you and it has you crying out a moan. Falling forward slightly your nails dig into his chest. A self-satisfied smile on Choso’s face tells you it wasn’t an accident, clearly pleased at the reaction he got out of you.

“Don’t be – hah – mean, Cho,” there’s a slight shake in your voice when you say it.

“I’m sorry,” he pouts back at you, “Couldn’t help it, you look so good right now, wanted to hear you more.”

The amount of slick you’re leaving behind is embarrassing, face feeling hot at just how wet his abs have gotten from you grinding down into him. “Can we just have sex now?”

“No, no, I wanna…” he pulls at your hips, wanting you to keep moving, encouraging you, “…I wanna see you cum like this.”

You’re not confident you can, feeling shy, but with how his eyes are glued to you in complete awe, you feel desperate to please him. Doubling your efforts to drag your sopping cunt back and forth on him, biting your lip to control your moans. Only to have Choso reach up and tug your lip free, not wanting you to deprive him of any of your reactions.

His heart pulls at the way your brows knit together, at how your mouth drops open in a gasp. His cock twitches pitifully when he catches the sight of his drenched skin, he needs you to cum on him. A new kind of frantic determination settling under his skin as he grabs onto your hips.

His hands guide you, rocking you faster, with more force. The sudden change shocks you, choking on moans at how much better it feels to have him helping you. Thighs shaking either side of him, chest stuttering as you struggle to keep up with him.

“I want it,” he doesn’t spare you a glance as he rushes his words out, instead keeping focused on how you’re twitching and drooling on him.

You want to tell him to breathe, that you’re close, but you’re barely able to talk without your voice breaking off, “I– oh!”

“I know,” he assures, he knows you’re so fucking close, he can read you like a book.

You can tell he’s flexing his abs for you, relishing in how your pussy jumps and you gasp every time he does. Then he’s grinding you down harshly as he presses himself up into you, the friction drives you wild.

Lip wobbling as you’re cumming very suddenly on him, coating his abs in a slick sheen of your mess. Your arms shake where you’re holding yourself up, he doesn’t stop your movements straight away, very nearly overstimulating you before finally stopping.

Choso’s eyes sparkle at the obscene mess left behind, abs drenched and shiny, over the moon at how he managed to get you to finish like this.

He’s smiling at you sweetly when he asks, “Up for riding my face?”

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK DUUUUUUDE 😭😭👀🫣😳👀💦

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫! | fushiguro tōji

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Not only are you drunk on a Friday night, but you’re a drunk, closeted succubus who is, unfortunately, under the care of the hot neighbor under your roof! Would you ruin the mood if he found out your little secret? You don’t even wanna know!

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Toji x afab/fem! succubus reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! reader + Toji are neighbors - age difference; reader is in late-20s + Toji is mid/late 40s - crushing/mutual pining - drug/alcohol usage - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! + m! receiving) - clitoral play (swiping) - sqǔitïng - anal play (m! receiving) - 69 + backshots + spooning + cowgirl positions - unprotected sex (psa: wrap it up, or get tf up) - creampies - praise kink - pet names (baby, doll, dollface, good girl, mama, princess, sweetie) - implied marathon sex - mention of drool/spit, tears, and cum - not proofread; will do l8r.

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: pulled this story out of my ass; I literally spent a whole single DAY dedicating to writing it. please enjoy, and tysm for 11.9k loveliesss ☆ love and appreciate u all !!

“…shit.”

There’s no way.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit—”

Of all days for this to happen.

“Oh, my fucking God, not tonight!!”

Tonight was already an eventful night, with the full moon shining brighter than the stars. Life has put you so fast in a whirlwind that you can’t recall the last time you permitted your body to unwind. Can you blame yourself, though? From moving to a new neighborhood and scoring a new job, things have kept you undeniably busy for the past few months. And not too mention,  it’s your fault for being a bit of a hermit and lacking a drive for social interaction. 

That’s precisely why your old college besties – Shoko, Utahime, and Yuki – pulled you out of your hideyhole and encouraged you to join them this Friday night to have some fun! “C’mo~n, lighten up! No more thinking about work or whatever; have some fun!” “Yeah, y’know you’re my biggest drinking buddy. Now, hurry up and share this cocktail with me!” The ladies pressure you to relax and enjoy the start of the weekend with some good drinks and delicious food. And, you hate to admit, it worked like a charm – the longer the hours went, the more you felt free as if all the weight holding you down had been lifted.

The only problem is, like all good things, that it had to end and that you had to go home. Now check this out: 1) you left your car at home because, again, you were rigorously dragged out of your abode by your childhood companions. 2) You were all pretty much drunk, enough for neither one of you to drive on the road. And 3) you guys are in the city, and catching a lift is not only a gamble but SUPER expensive! Guess that’s what you get for choosing a Friday night to free-ball.

However, when hope was lost, and you wouldn’t be in the comfort of your bed tonight, you received a text on your phone, and you could practically hear the angels sing in the heavens above!

Recent Message from: Neighbor Fushiguro

Yo. You home? I’m out in the city picking up stuff for the house. Need anything?

Thank God for neighbors, am I right? The chances of someone you know being within the same vicinity of you may be low, but never zero! Did you feel bad that you texted back saying you needed a ride back to your house? Sure. Did you feel extra bad when you asked a huge favor for him to drop your friends off at the nearest hotel? …Yeah. 

But luckily, he didn’t seem to mind. The only thing you had to endure was him teasing you about your little outing (with the help of your friends in the back of his truck) and your tipsy persona. “Never took you fr’ one who drinks.” He scoffs while putting you down on your couch after slinging you over his shoulder because you complained about your feet hurting. Damn heels! “Neither one who gets drunk.”

“It wasn’t my fauuu~lt,” you whine with a significant stretch while your neighbor roams around. “My fwiends, they forced me to–hic–to do it…”

“Mm, do your ‘fwiends’ always push you over to do things?” He shouts from the kitchen; you can hear cabinets opening and closing. 

“When you’re the youngest of the group, they do.”

“Well, maybe I gotta get to know ‘em so they can push you into goin’ out more. And maybe you can quit avoidin’ me when I invite you over.”

“I don’t try to avoid you!” You sprout defensively. “And quit teasing me, Toji! You’re supposed’ta be on my side; I’m the victim here.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever ya say.” Heavy footsteps draw nearer to where you are, and your heavy eyelids open to see a hand stretching towards you with a glass of water. “I’m here takin’ care of ya now, aren’t I, lil’ victim?”

A smile pulls your lips as you take the glass. “Thank you,” you express before a sip, and your neighbor lifts your feet to sit on the cushion beside you. 

“Y’re welcome,” he places your legs on his lap, grabbing the remote to turn on the television. 

You haven’t been in this neighborhood long enough to say you have friends. Don’t get it wrong; everyone you contacted has been lovely and friendly, and some have opted to help with your move! But aside from the casual greetings in the morning or the nods of acknowledgment, you barely know people who scratch the surface of acquaintanceship. Not to mention, it’s your fault for being a bit of a hermit. 

…But, there is one neighbor you could say you’re pretty close with. Someone nice. Someone dependable…Someone attractive that you’re on a mission not to stare too much.

Toji Fushiguro lives two houses down from you across the street. Remember I mentioned you had people assist with your move? This widowed, middle-aged man was one of the nice handymen who aided you and your friends with your boxes and heavy furniture. You remember it like yesterday, seeing this brawny man stroll up your driveway on the sunniest day of June. You nearly mistook him for an Olympic athlete. 

“So, y’re the one movin’ ‘round here?” The calm baritone of his voice was unforced. “Nice to know there’s a cute face on the newbie. Need any help?” It’s how he asked – so sultry and alluring you almost spaced out before nodding absentmindedly to his request for aid, hoping he didn’t notice you watch how the scar of his lip moved as he spoke. “Welcome to the neighb’rhood, kid.” Rarely do you have butterflies running amok in the pits of your guts, but they were challenging to deal with that day. 

And it doesn’t get any better from that day forward. No matter how hard you wished not to run into this immediate crush of yours, he would somehow wheedle his way into your path. It started slow, exchanging hellos or good mornings whenever he left for work or you took the garbage out. Then came the “Want me to do y’r lawn fr’ ya?” or the “House down the street’s havin’ a little barbecue, wanna get to know people?” You thought moving away from the busy city life would die things down. However, Toji making your head race every chance he gets wasn’t a move you could envisage. Think about how you felt the day he asked for your number to keep in contact “fr’ emergencies…or if ya need anythin’, shoot me a call,” how your heart jumped to your throat! Oh, the girls never stopped teasing you when you told…

Nonetheless, you can’t deny how much help he’s been. Well, outside of that, just being a great neighbor all around. Besides being an absolute succor, he’s an outlet you can come to for anything. Whether for the house, the community, or just personal conversations, Toji’s someone you can admitlingly say you’d depend on. With trust built from day one, sharing pieces of yourselves to break down barriers, it’s safe to say that he is undoubtedly a friend who made your decision to move a worthy risk.

…Yet, what’s even more risky is being alone with him, something you do everything you can to avoid. Why? Look at him! Would you trust yourself to be anywhere with this man alone? Of course not! This is why tonight is the riskiest night you’ve ever bestowed upon your drunk self.

“You got somthin’ to say?”

“Huh?” You perk to reality, anxiousness filling you once you realize you had been staring at the man. “N-No, I’m sorry.”

He stifles a snort, grabbing your feet to massage them from the pain. “Oh, wanna act quiet. You were all bubbly in the passenger seat with y’re friends. Now y’re all shy because y’re stuck with me, huh?”

“T-That’s not true!” A lie; he was right on the mark. Your heart has been beating nonstop once he sat next to you. “It’s just that…I’m sorry for making you drive and pick me and the girls up.”

“Nah, don’t apologize,” his focus is on your feet as he kneads and rubs the sole of your foot. “Told ya I was around the area doing some shoppin’, so pickin’ ya up on my way back was easy.”

You take another sip of your water. “Shopping?” 

“Mm, my kids are down here for the weekend, so I had to go out fr’ a bit and grab shit fr’ my daughter.” Ah, yes, Toji is a father; you remember him telling you about his two children in college, a junior and a sophomore. “They’re at the house right now; saw ‘em after I dropped stuff at the house before bringin’ ya home.” 

You hum. “Sorry for stealin’ you from them for a bit.”

He shakes his head with a humorless laugh. “Please, they probably don’t even know I’m gone. They’re big kids. Plus,” your breath hitches when emerald eyes trail to you. “Now I get to finally have you all to myself, no curvin’ me and whatever this time.” 

“I’m not tryin’ to curve…”

“Yeah, yeah.” He goes back to massaging your feet.

“…Thanks again, Toji. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem, sweetheart.” Your abdomen flexes at the use of the nickname. “You know I always got you…Say, did you hit y’r head somewhere?”

You blink, eyebrows furrow. “No? Why?”

He points to his temple. “Because I see like a lump right here.”

You mirror his movements, your hand touching the spot he’s pointing. And your fingertips meet with a lump on a location that sparks too much familiarity. You gasp aloud and cover the lump with your hand, the other covering your other temple. 

Oh, no.

Black eyebrows knit together. “You okay?”

Play it cool! “Y-Yeah, yeah, I’m fine! You’re right; I probably hit my head somewhere while out.” You take this time to remove your legs off the comfort of Toji’s lap and stand up from the couch. “I’ll put something on it to stop the swelling.” You can also sense something aching down your lower back at that moment. Oh, hell no!!

“Ya sure? Need me fr’ any—“ 

BZZZZ!! BZZZZ!!

Toji’s cut off from the vibration of his phone in his jeans, pulling the device out to see that someone called “Megumi” was calling. Good, a distraction!

“N–No, no, I’m good from here.” You say through gritted teeth, the alcohol taking effect and making your stance a little buzzy to uphold. “J-Just stay here, I’ll be back!” You don’t even wait for his approval, turning on your heel and heading out of the living room to the stairs. Your body feels wobbly with every step you take, but you don’t pay it any mind because you can feel the lumps beneath your palms increasing. “God, please, not now, not today…!”

You march as fast as you can to your bedroom, nearly stumbling on the floor as you haul ass to your bathroom door. You do a terrible job watching your footing fall after rushing to turn the lights on, and stuff from the counter falls because of the impact. But you didn’t care, shuffling up so you could look at the mirror. And the sight you see fills you with immediate dread.

Horns are the first thing you see from either side of your head; the tips curl as if to form a crown but point to the ceiling. Your eyes are no longer human-like, pupils shaped like slits as if morphing into a reptile. And your ears get horizontally pointier.  “…shit.”

You then lift your skirt and tear a hole in your pantyhose above the hem of your panties, and your fear quadruples at the sight of something long and slithery protruding out of the hole. A long tail with a pointy end; you lose your mind. “Shit, shit, shit, shit—”

It’s then you realize why this is happening: you had forgotten to take your daily supplements that are meant to subjugate these features of yourself. You’ve been taking them for the longest time before you moved into this neighborhood, so you’re used to your typical human facade. Now, seeing these parts of yourselves is the very LAST thing you need right now! 

And then something hits you, an unsettling feeling that you’re too scared to confirm. Your eyes travel down to your shirt, your hands hesitantly pulling the bottom tucked into your skirt and lifting to reveal your navel. You then tug the top of your skirt to expose a spot you’re honed in on the mirror. And the urge to scream grows tenfold once you see a black marking on the lower part of your belly. 

A womb tattoo!?!? 

“Oh, my fucking God, not tonight!!”

“YO, HEY!” And just when it couldn’t get worse, you hear Toji coming up the stairs and beelining for your open bedroom door. Wait, no— “I heard screamin’ and a big ‘boom,’ you alright? Where are y—“

Your neighbor stops dead in his tracks once he appears in front of the bathroom opening; his concerned expression shifts to an immediate neutral deadpan. He stares at you, and you stare back at him, the silence so thick you could cut it with a knife. A ring fills your eardrums, dissociating from this entire scene and all its complications.

You want to cry. Maybe scream, throw up, or just straight up die on the spot. 

Because this wasn’t the night for someone to find out you’re a succubus.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“…”

“…”

“…So, what are you?” 

Not even concealing your face in your pillow can hide you from the eventual questions of Toji, who sits idly on the corner of your bed. You cringe internally, never thinking this dilemma would befall you. The point of moving was to turn a new page in your life and leave the past behind with the city. Now, you are shriveling on top of your bed like a moody teenager, and your neighborhood crush is here to witness your depression.

“…What happened to your phone call?”

“It was my kid. I told him to lock the door since I’ll be out a little longer. Don’t try and deflect,” his blunt answer has you descend further to your inner turmoil. “How come I never seen these horns before?”

You sigh heavily; there’s no point in trying to divert now. “…I take supplements that hinder any features of my succubus appearance so I can look like an average human for the rest of the day.”

“Daily?” He sees you nod through his peripheral. “Succubus…the hell’s that?”

“Basically, I’m a demon that…that…” Yeah, no, let’s not finish that. “Never mind.”

“Bullshit. Tell me.” 

“D-Don’t worry about it, it’s not—“

“Look here,” he speaks to you with a stern tone, a hand coming to your waist to shove you a bit. “I went ahead and picked y’re drunk butt up, made sure ya don’t puke up a storm, and now y’re here looking way different from before. The least you could do is explain.”

God, to be lectured by a human – totally humiliating…! “…I’m a demon that gets energy from…se–….sexu, uhh………..sexualactivitywithhumanbeings.”

The silence that trails after your ramble is beyond awkward. 

“Oh.”

…

“Oh.”

God, just kill me right now!

The older man forces a cough. “So, you…have sex every day?” You can practically sense the tiny hint of discomfort from prompting that question.

“W-Well, I used to when I was younger. But I haven’t really…done it in a couple of years.” Jesus Christ, why is it so embarrassing to admit to someone other than yourself? This is the literal worst! 

“Is that bad?”

“It’s, uhh…It can be?” 

“So, why haven’t you done it?”

“Because…!” You snap your face out of your pillow and finally allow yourself to breathe correctly. “I just…I don’t have time like I used to anymore, and using my powers to make people forget afterward can get tiring. Also, the more times I do it, the more my drive gets intense from the last. The desire of a succubus can be dangerous, you know? And since it’s been a while since I’ve let my powers out, I’m sure it’s nastier than ever…”

“…Well,” Toji turns to face you. “Have you ever had the urge recently?”

“I-” Woah. That question came out of nowhere, almost answering it without proper consideration. “Wh–What do you mean by that…”

He shrugs. “Like—you know what I mean—like, even though you try to suppress it, do you still have those urges to do…ya know, it?”

Things get a little uncomfortable here; now you wish you kept your face in that pillow. Tojo’s gaze on you is distinguished — gentle yet stern, matching his demeanor. He's calm and calculating and is waiting for your response to his strangely personal question. 

“I…I, I don’t know.” It was another lie.

“Why’re you lyin’?”

“I’m not…!” Toji clicked his teeth with a face.

“Fine, answer me this then. Have ya ever thought of doin’ it since ya moved here?” 

Yup, this question was far worse than the other. His words echo inside your noggin, bewildered with every syllable relaying. And the widowed man lifts his brow from the lack of an instantaneous answer. You open your mouth, but words fail to aid you, your tail shying away behind your shadow. “I-I…I don’t—“

“Ever thought of me?”

“Toji!” You shout defensively. Sure, it might’ve been out of line to ask. However, it’s the fact that he’s breaking your exterior with every question — because of how on-the-mark he is. You could never prepare yourself for that inquiry, the heat on your face growing more unbearable. How could he know of the frenzy he puts you through just for existing? 

“I’m not dumb.” You peep Toji, turning his torso and facing his entire front in your direction. “You think I don’t notice how often you try to push me off when I invite ya over or know when y’re lookin’ at me when you think I’m not aware’?” He dents the bed with his added weight, and you forget to breathe, watching him inch closer. “Or act all shy and cute when I got you to myself?” 

You gulp, your brain short-circuiting at the feeling of Toji’s palm on your thigh. There have been countless nights where you’ve thought of your neighbor more than once, indulging in fantasies you could never speak of to a soul, especially Toji himself. To let the man know of the dirty things you’d want him to say to you, the names you wish him to call you, the erotic things you’d like him to do to you — death is the only option necessary not to let that happen. Unfortunately, he seems to have a good idea now that he’s cornered you like this, and you’re too stunned to utter a word.

“It’s okay, though,” he whispers low now that he’s close to your face, and you have to hold back on letting out a yelp when his hand comes to hold your face, his index finger toying with your sensitive earlobe. “‘Cuz I love it when y’re all timid, can’t even look me in the face…Like now.”

You try to avert away from him, but his thumb brings your chin back to him. “Toji, please,” his name feels forbidden to say all of a sudden. 

“Tell me ‘no’.” His nose brushes the tip of yours, and you chew your lip. “I’ll stop right now and leave, let you deal with this y’reself…Or,” he ghosts to your ear, and you quiver. “I’ll stay with you and treat you to what y’ve been scared to ask fr’.”

“Toji, wait,” Fuck, you can’t remember the last time you had your ears so keen, his breath brushing it enough to compel you to meltdown.

“Say ‘no,’ princess.” You’re locked under his forest-green orbs, and you swear you could hear your heart hammering your chest. “Or I’ll treat you right tonight.”

Perplexed eyes can’t move anywhere else, and your lips are wet from licking them without knowing. Is this really happening…? An inquisition you had no time to answer for yourself once Toji closes the gap, centimeters nearer with every millisecond.

I…can’t…

His face draws near, and your eyes reflex to close. 

I don’t…want to…

Toji pulls you in for a gentle kiss; your thoughts radio silent after the contact of his scarred lips on yours. No shot. Your neighbor was kissing you right now — there’s no way!? This had to be a dream…! This is truly a wild night: not only are you tipsy to the noggin, but your neighborhood crush has found out your secret, and now you’re kissing that exact crush in your room?? Your muscles go tense at what is occurring. 

He peppers your lips with kisses, forced to catch up with him as he claims your lips, a palm snaking to the back of your head to keep you steady. He licks your bottom lip, chewing gently to prompt the softest gasps out of your mouth. “C’mon, baby,” he coos to your sensitive ears. “Relax wit’ me.” You nearly melt at the lick of your helix as his free hand courses from your chest to your waist. The brush of his fingers onto your tail makes you jolt. 

“Toji, wait,” you mutter under your breath as he nibbles on your pointy ear, your hands gripping the back of his black wife beater. “D-Don’t; I’m so sensi—Nmmm…!” Jesus, the moan you held back! Toji trails his mouth to your chin down to your neck to suck on your skin. And your lower half throbs harder. “Ahhh…hahhh…”

He returns his lips to yours; this time, his tongue runs on your teeth vigorously to seek entry. You submit after a chew to your bottom lip, whimpering as the older man inserts his wet muscle to greet yours. Surreal, isn’t it, to be tongued down by your neighbor? You don’t know whether it’s the alcohol, the twitches between your inner thighs, or the flick of his tongue and the sound of his purrs that have your face getting hotter. 

And fuuuuuuck, he’s such a good kisser — scratch that, he’s an AMAZING kisser! You’re practically turning into putty in the palm of his hands as he lips you, tilting his head to a proper position with a soft push to your face as he deepens the kiss. He sucks on your tongue, and you mewl, helplessly quivering when he teases the muscle with nibbles. Your waist has a mind of its own while it sways involuntarily, rocking as you sink into the zealous kiss. He’s not overpowering you in any way; if anything, he’s so overwhelmingly comforting, his hand caressing your cheek tenderly, and soft noises of lips smacking and breaking apart bounce one after the other.

Then, you shrill unexpectedly. “…!! Mmahhh! T-Tojiii, d-don’t—don’t touch…Haahhh…”

“Oh? Well, lookie here.” Your ears perk at Toji’s chuckle. Unbeknownst to you, distracted by the intense kiss, your neighbor sneaks his hand under your skirt and touches your private zone shielded by your pantyhose, fingers pressing up on your vulva area. “All we did is kiss, and ya already got your panties wet?”

Embarrassed? Of course, it’s been so long since you were touched like this and out of practice. Now, your repressed emotions start to crumble out of their straightened form the more Toji’s middle finger rubs on your panties. And let’s not even mention your thighs motioning to ride on the digit, your dignity starting to disintegrate. “Ohhh, Toji…”

“Mmm? What is it, sweetie?” He nuzzles to your neck after licking and sucking on your chin. “Feelin’ good down there?” He curls his middle and forefinger to push. “Got ya all excited?” He receives a confirmed hum. “Tell me how y’re feelin’.”

You gulped thickly, your breathing shaking. “I-I’m feeling—shit…” he laughs lowly at your swearing. “Nnnm! You’re making me feel…so hot.”

“I can tell, you’re twitchin’ like crazy right on my fingertips.” His fingers move into a circular motion, and your mouth goes agape. “Fuck, man…Hey, hold on, I wanna do somethin’.”

Toji removes his fingers from under your skirt before you can tell, the heat between your legs going tepid as he withdraws from your figure to lay his back on the bed. But before that, he unzips and loosens his jeans to his butt. A noticeable tent of his boxer briefs has your lips locked to each other, and your eyes widen when he subtracts the material. Just when you thought this night couldn’t get any more crazier, you are awake to witness the display of Toji’s erection in real-time. 

How long has it been since you’ve seen a real-life, living, and breathing dick before your eyes? You honestly can’t recall that; the responsibilities of human life have made you grow numb to your demon necessities that it no longer feels innate. However, the sight of your crush’s solid, girthy, excited cock is marveling. How your mouth waters as you ogle at it is borderline humiliating, eyes glued to the uncut tip.

“Like what ya see?” He asks smugly, kicking his jeans and briefs off and slapping his thigh. “C’mere, mama.” Oh, fuck, the quirk of your insides was unavoidable at his comment, primarily as he guides you closer to him. “Let’s warm up.” You yelp as he effortlessly moves your legs to where you straddle him. He pushes your skirt up to your waist, and you can hear the tear from your pantyhose. His thumb comes to slide your panties to the side, and he whistles. “Damn, lookin’ all pretty and wet fr’ me.” 

It’s either the fact that Toj’s dick is inches in front of your face or your bare pussy out in the air in front of him; either one of the two has your mind going in a whirlwind. And it all comes to a standstill the moment you sense something wet and firm glide across your labia, and it takes everything in you not to tremble. “Mmm, oh, fuck,” he groans after licking your cunt, throwing in another lazy one to have you holler. “It’s been so long…Shit.”Toji’s hands curl from your legs to cup your asscheeks, keeping your butt near him to lap his tongue around your chasm. You whine as he licks you down, your teeth clattering at the sensation. 

Oh, my God, your head begins to ache. It feels so good, your body finally coming back to the groove of things as you move your butt around. The man under you quickly latches his mouth onto you, a firm grip on your ass to keep you in place for him to service you. Speaking of service, your eyes flick to the erect limb before you, your mouth salivating with the run of your tongue across your teeth. Fuck, it looks so good; you admire internally before inching your face close to the length, your head getting dizzier from the sheer size and musk. Damnit…I wanna taste him so bad…!!

“Go on, dollface,” Toji gives your butt a playful smack. “I know ya need this bad.” 

God, he’s so right — you need this; there’s no point in denying anymore. You blow on it before placing a tender kiss, noticing how it pulsates as your hand wrings around the shaft. You lick your lips before pecking at the uncircumcised tip, and Toji’s hold on you goes tighter. He’s sensitive, you note. Adorable. You stick your tongue out to swirl around the cockhead, bathing it with your saliva before you inhale it with a delighted hum, gradually warming up your loosened jaw.

Fuck, the taste of a cock — something that felt nostalgic the moment he graced your tastebuds. Your eyes water a bit, trembles rocking your figure as Toji sucks on your wetness, and every inch you intake fuels the haze that fogs your brain. You stroke and suck him simultaneously, a forgotten method that rekindles now in this moment. You coat him with your spit the more you relax your jaw, slurping him unapologetically as if a different part of yourself takes over. 

On the other hand, Toji feels the same way. It’s been way too long for the widowed man since the last time he has been intimate with someone, let alone have a bare ass right in front of him. It’s no secret that he’s had the hots for you once you moved here, but having you on top of him like this is like something out of his wet dreams. The way you murmur cutely as you suck his dick turns him on so bad, a guilty pleasure come true as he drinks your nectar off your damp naked folds. His tongue teases around the entrance of your vagina before pushing it in, fucking your opening with his wet muscle. You cry on his girth, your tail cringing in the air from the stimulation. He spots it and grabs it from the base; how your lower half jolts to the grasp is humorously darling to him. So cute.

The minutes go longer as you two keep pleasing each other, and a soft whimper escapes your lips when you release Toji from your lips, lips plastering long and sweet kisses on his shaft as you massage the tip. Your other hand palms and kneads his ballsack, the jerk of his thighs rewarding to see, so you increase the pace of your hand.

“—Thhh, nmm!” Toji curses from behind, sluggishly licking from clit to your slit while succumbing to your touch and mouth. “Shiiit, just like that, baby, suck me off like t—Mmngh! Christ, I’m gonna..fffuckin’ cum…”

But then, you remove yourself from Toji’s member, the cold air instantly blanketing him. Green eyes blink as you move off of his lying body, observing you bending over with your face to the cold sheets.

“Toji,” you plea to him desperately, hooded eyes shining eagerly. “Please, I need it…Here,” you spread your ass, fully exposing your slit wet from your fluids mixed with his saliva. Jesus, you were heathing as if you were in heat. “Do it here, I need it inside…!”

You had the man shook; the cogs in his mind stopped working briefly. The picture of you presenting yourself like this to him was unexpected, but goddamn, did it turn him on astronomically! Toji stands on his knees and advances to you, removing his tank top and discarding it to the floor. “Yeah? You want it that bad?” You nod impetuously. “Words, sweetie. Need you to tell me what to do.”

“Toji, pleeease…!” You wiggle your ass until he cusps it, kneading your flesh lovingly to the point that your tail curls around his forearm. “Please, put it in, I wanna feel it…!”

“Yeah, is that what my princess wants?” You and Toji bite your lips when he aligns his tip to your inner labia, teasing you with grinding motions. “Does my demon baby want Daddy to mess y’r insides that bad?”

Oh, we’re playing that card, too? Holy shit, you were getting so wet from this! “Yess, Daddy, pleasee! Mess me up with that dick, wanna be filled up right nooww…!”

He can’t hide the proud grin. “Good girl. Here,” Toji begins to push the cockhead to you, and your lips flatten at the wince of pain that accompanies the push. “Stay still, and lemme reward you,” his hips move slowly in your direction, you grip the sheets to prepare yourself, and your nerves are dialed to a plane of exhilaration you can’t regulate. Oh my God, is this happening? He’s gonna fuck me? So many thoughts cloud your mind, too excited and anxious for what’s to come because it’s been so. Damm. Long. How’s it gonna feel? Is your body ready enough? How does Toji feel about this; is he just as nervous as you a—

Your train of thought is brought to an abrupt halt at the sensation of Toji’s tip finally inserting itself into your vagina, too absentminded that your open mouth couldn’t say a word. Oh, fuck it’s in, it’s in! Your eyes widen, your muscles tense, and your voice struggles to cry. The older man continues to add himself leisurely, the length sundering your slit and stretching your opening as you take him inch by inch. Your back arches instinctively, wailing silently as you can feel the foreign limb intruding your tightness, quick quirks of your frame as he rubs your velvety texture. Ohhhh, my God…!!

When he slowly starts to rut into you, recurring waves of rapture hit your nerves every. Single. Time! You’re entire body is rocked to the core with every short yet gentle pound; the feeling of Toji’s veiny cock scrapping your channel has you shivering. And once he’s encouraged to push his entire member until the very hilt, you yelp aloud when the tip kisses your womb. “—Oooh??!”

“—Mmngh!” Your quick spasm surprises Toji. “Ohhh, shit, there it is. Hmm? Is this where ya want me, mama? Want me right…here?” He snaps his hips swiftly, the rushed movement and hit to your cervix knocks you winded. And another, you keep wringing his shaft acutely. “Ahhn, God fucking damn i—Iisshhffuck, fuck, I can’t, gonna…Hnghh!”

Toji’s body shudders above you, bucking into your warmth with a jittery pattern. The prolonged reaction of his orgasm claims him now, succumbing to the silky, tight texture and how well you’re grasping onto his girth. He comes inside you, moaning as he ejaculates earlier than expected. You sense it, humming to the immediate filling. So warm, so full of his cock already that your toes curl. 

And Jesus Christ, it felt so. Fucking, Good! You were no longer drunk from the alcohol; now, you were intoxicated by the prowess and pleasure of Toji’s dick. 

“Hah, haaaah, fuck,” he throws his head back with a hiss, his abdomen relaxing from the earlier flex. Then, your tail glides up from his abs, feeling up on his skin and roaming on his happy trail. He snickers at your feline-like comportment, “Heh, actin’ all cute now that you got what ya wanted, huh?” You say nothing, bashful to his words, while your tail curls up to his chin. “Don’t go quiet on me now, dollface; I heard you squeaking and moanin’ seconds ago.”

Toji then returns to rut into you despite recovering from his climax, furled to have you shrieking uncontrollably for him. The smacks of his pelvis recoil the flesh of your ass, his come stuffed inside you now glued to his erection as he rocks into you balls-deep. “Mmmm, yeah, that’s right, baby,” he grabs your tail and wraps it around his hand to pull; you scream louder, and your vaginal walls clamp tighter than ever. “Arch more fr’ me, enjoy me—nmm…!—fuckin’ you real good.”

The pull of your tail makes your senses hypersensitive, perturbed by the stress of it being pulled, yet the enjoyment you feel from it is too inexorable to comprehend. Coherent sentences double down to undecipherable babbles, “—Daahh, hoohhfuuc—D-Daddyyy, Daddyyy…!!” Tears well up in your eyes as he inflicts blows to your ass, the pain too quick to prepare for yet the sting enough to make you rigid. “—Too much, ish t’oo muuuch…!”

Another smack to your butt, and you howl once again. “Huh, ya say that, but y’re milkin’ my cock like crazy.” He bends down to remove your hands that try to hide your face and horns with the pillow. “What, ya don’t like this? Hmm? Want me to stop?” 

“No, nooo!!” You shook your head immediately; your vision blurred for a few seconds. “I loveee iit, I love this, love Daddy’s diick—Ahaaa!! More…I want moreee!” Fuck, this is bad; any more than this, and you’ll be addicted for sure.

“Good,” he whispers to your ears. Good Lord, you weren’t going to survive. “Because I ain’t done wit’ ya yet, princess.”

Before you can register his sentence fully, Toji straightens and lays on his side behind you, lifting your leg to create a suitable angle. He then plunges into you harder and faster, the different positions helping the sporadic cadence achieve deeper penetration while scraping your upper wall with ease. At this point, your body is too hot and sticky to care about anything else outside this room; your head pounding and too misty, your senses corrupted by the constant pokes to your cervix and the increasing haze that you don’t feel human anymore. Your succubus roots flourish, drool escapes your lips, and wanting nothing but this feeling to remain ceaseless.

“Gahh, ohhhDaddyyy, ahhahh,” eyes roll to your skull at the brush of your sweet spots. “Shhoo good, I fweel shoo gooood…! Harder, hardeeerr!” 

“—Khhck, goin’ as hard as I fuckin’ can!!” Toji kisses your cheek after a lick, chewing on it after hearing you mewl submissively. “Jesus, this pussy, out of this fuckin’—Nnngh…world.”

You turn to him and claim his lips, and he reciprocates into your steamy kiss. Vulgar tongues exchange spit and encroach on each other’s mouth, and you helplessly suck on Toji’s after he shoves it, your puffy lips intaking the attractive noises he makes. And you slither a hand down to your clitoris to swipe erratically while your tail goes around Toji’s waist and curves into the crevice of his ass. Suddenly, Toji stiffens at the pointy end of your tail, tickling his anus, and the raven-haired man gasps at the insertion. Too stunned to speak, he can only move his hips rapidly, his white-ringed shaft digging deep into you with the help of stimulating his prostate. 

“—Taahhh, y-you, lil’ minx…!” He breaks the kiss and bites your lip to hear you whimper. “Tryin’ ta make me cum again?”

You nod, breathing heavily. “Ohhh, Daddy, I’m so close…! Gonna come!”

“Me too, mama, me too…” 

Hot moans and groans fly out of each other’s mouths, bodies stuck to each other as you both chase for release. Everything feels so fast, so hot, happening all at once; all you can think about is the grinding presses you push up on your delicate clit. Fuck, fuck! It’s coming, it’s coming…!”

Then, it arrives. Your cunt, aching for the climax, receives the crescendo you’ve been aching for this entire time. The walls of your vulva contract around Toji’s member, milking and wringing him as you come loose to your grounding. A clear liquid exerts out of your urethra, showering out to stain your panties, torn pantyhose, and bedsheets, your breathing losing its steadiness and falling to a jagged tempo. The same goes for Toji, who falls into his peak along with you; your fluttering folds force him to submit and release his second load into you with a hiss. The older man’s heaving frame keeps bucking into you until every drop fills you to the brim, burrowing his face deep into your neck to rest as the shocks rock you both.

Finally, everything goes quiet. The cozy atmosphere pulls you out of your heightened elevation and lays you down with silent clarity. Both you and Toji, sweaty and sticky all over, are still linked to each other as the high dissipates. Shuddering figures begin to calm down and fall at ease with the tranquility.

Toji kisses your neck, and you croon until he comes to lay his lips on yours for a tender peck, then on your soft cheek and your temple. He then removes his flaccid bulge, white fluids oozing out of your hole. “Damn, that was good,” he mutters breathlessly. “Hmm, how ya feel—“

The onyx-haired man couldn’t finish his question because of the sudden change of positions you abruptly conducted. He now lays on his back with you straddling him; the calm tone switched to an unexpected spiking mood. 

You then hand grab his dick and arrange it back to your raised hips. Viridian orbs widen. Wait. The tip meets your labia once more before you descend it down. What the f—hold on— And then, his cock is swallowed back inside your wetness, and Toji grits his teeth.

 “Sh-Shit, sweetie,” Toji’s hands come to your waist. “What’s up, aren’t y—“

“Sorry, Toji,” the man surveys with confusion, watching you strip off and throw your shirt somewhere. Your naked chest is now out for him to see, and his breath hitches when you place your hands on his pectorals while a span of bat-like wings springs out from your back. “…That wasn’t enough.”

Wasn’t enough?? He repeats with furrowed brows, noticing the half-lidded, lustful expression and the sharp dents of your canines. Then, it hits him: 

“The desire of a succubus can be dangerous, you know? And since it’s been a while since I’ve let my powers out, I’m sure it’s nastier than ever…”

…Oh, shit. “Wait, we can talk about—“ You get your answer once you bounce on his cock without notice, Toji nearly choking on his tongue. Nope, no room for prattling.

“You let out so much, made my mind go so crazy,” you grind your hips on his pelvis, squeezing his limp cock while it gets firmer and firmer. “Feel so good…More, I want moreee…”

“C-C’mon now, baby, can’t we take a break for a minute at least—“You bring your face an inch away from his.

“Daddy,” your neighbor shudders at the gentle kiss you place under his chin. “Please take care of me like you promised, ‘kay?”

Your gaze lured him in, a trap he was foolish enough to fall for. Because now, he’s stuck under your bow as you begin to inflict an inescapable rhythm, rebounding on his erection until the base meets your folds. Choked groans suppressed by Toji, but take his lips with yours, enforcing a loving yet salacious spell with your satisfied moans. Now, your crush realizes you weren’t the meek, adorable neighbor he dotes on. 

Tonight, he was yours to play like a fiddle…And shame on him for getting way more turned on than he should be!

Wow. Guess I’m dyin’ tonight.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

I should be fuckin’ dead right now.

Toji knew something was up when his eyelids opened, and his emerald eyes scanned the ceiling, instantly recognizing that he wasn’t in his master bedroom. The rays of sunshine are blocked from the curtains, yet the light of day crawls in and basks the room in a low glow. Chirps of birds outside greet him on the basking of a new autumn day, lying comfortably in the cold, silky sheets of the bed.

He wakes to a bit of a headache, mentally and physically groggy. Attempts to move are already tricky and aches all over his body keep him grounded in the mattress. Ugh, feel like I’ve lost all feelin’ in my legs; the man can’t even lift one leg without a grimace. And even his arms are challenging, one so oddly heavy as if it’s nailed down. 

“Fuck, man.” His first words of the day are a curse, irritated by the drum of his head. He tries to lift himself; again, it’s not possible, agitating the man even more. And why the fuck is my arm so hea—

He doesn’t finish his sentence — the answer reveals itself once he turns his head to the left. 

He sees you, surprised to view you in your natural form still. Horns have grown a little larger, yet still small enough for you to rest your cheek on his shoulder. You were sound asleep, faint snores picked up by his ears as he examined your face at ease with a peaceful slumber. Nude, the both of you, a hand wrapped around his left arm to stick close to you while the other is stationed at his chest, your bat wings shriveled together to not get damaged. And judging by the snake-ish feeling, your tail was curled around his bare thigh. 

Strangely innocent to see after the events of last night flash into Toji’s recollection, funny to match such a lewd scenario to such a sweet face. He stifles a laugh, placing his right hand on the vulnerable one on him, his thumb caressing your knuckles as he grasps your fingers. Suddenly, some of the soreness he harbors feels light — glad I ain’t dead, I guess.

Your eyes jit behind your eyelids, a soft groan as you suddenly move and scrunch your face. Finally, your drowsy eyes sheepishly flicker open. Lidded gaze fighting the spell of sleep with every bat of your eyes.

“Mornin’, gorgeous.” Toji greets you.

“…”

“…”

In real-time, Toji watches your somnolent morph into a gradual display of mortification. He’s a little envious to see you spring up with no strain on your body, wings batting out of their relaxed state, and your hand still with his. “T-Toji??” You question directly, eyes surveying the nude neighbor in your bed, doing everything in your power to ignore the fact that you’re naked as well. Speaking of, you notice the subtle pink glow of your womb tattoo, and anxiety spikes to a high. “I–uhh–I’m so so sorry for last night! Sorry you had to bring me back home, and I didn’t mean to act weirdly on you with—Ooof?!”

“Relax,” he cuts you off by pulling you back to his lying frame, his left hand now free to snake on your shoulder. “Don’t talk so fast; my head’s poundin’ like crazy.”

You blink aimlessly, awkward now that you’re fully aware you’re in this man’s embrace. You can’t help recalling what transpired last night, suddenly feeling squeamish. “…You okay?”

“I feel like my life’s been drained by my dick,” he answers bluntly, adding more weight to your embarrassment. “Wakin’ up to a pretty face who nearly killed me with their pussy isn’t somethin’ I’d expect.” 

“……sorry.”

“It’s alright,” calloused fingers glide and intertwine with his yours, stroking your thumb with his. “Had a good time either way. Wild, but good.”

“Really…?” 

“Really.” You probably shouldn’t have peered up to see him look your direction. Albeit exhausted, his handsome face and sleepy grin ignite the heat on your cheeks. And your stomach flips, hearing a laugh when you meekly avert your gaze away. “How many times did we do it?”

“…Not sure,” long enough for my womb tattoo to be blatant. 

“Me either. Does that happen often?”

“Sometimes? I guess it’s because I haven’t done it for a long time, so I went…off the rails because of the intensity.”

“Noted, because I never felt so old until now. I probably pulled somethin’.”

“….Sorry.”

“Y’re good,” Toji scoffs before moving to place a soft kiss on your forehead, and your heart skips the tighter his hand holds your hand. “Tell ya what, I can help you with that cycle of yours, probably…twice a month, so it doesn’t get too crazy like last night. And don’t use y’re powers or some shit to make me forget, either. I don’t wan’ that.”

You lift your face from his shoulder, the heat spreading to your ears. “You don’t have to do that, Toji, I wouldn’t—“

“Nah, I’m down; it’s what neighbors for. Besides, it finally gives me a reason to make ya interact with me more.” Again, his smug smirk causes knots in your stomach. “Like the sound of that, mama? Let Daddy take care of you?”

Your lips quiver, and you hide your face back onto his shoulder. The rumble of his laughter worsens the butterflies in your stomach, and your tail squeezes on his thigh. “Don’t say it like that, Toji!”

“Y’r tail seems to like it.”

“Stop it!”

♱ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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I know Choso whines when he’s fucking. Mans cannot hold himself back.

He ruts into you, gripping the sheets by your head so hard his knuckles turn white. His eyes roll back and and his tongue hangs out.

He’s panting and moaning and whining. Pleases and need its spilling from his lips. Hes rutting himself into you, tears falling from his eyes.

And when on your on top, lord. He thrust his cock into you like it’s the last time he’ll get to feel you. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands, so he paws at your hips. He begs you to go faster, to milk his dick.

And when Choso cums he cums a lot. His thighs twitch as bucks up into you. He shoves himself so far deep, toes curling, legs spread wide.

He couldn’t stop if he tried, cum continuously bursting out of his tip.

He lays there content and satisfied, tugging you closer so he could fall asleep.

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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