♡ synopsis: cucking your husband!choso with his best friend Satoru after saving his life in Shinjuku (and literally the entire world).
☆ starring: husband!choso x afab!reader x bff!satoru
✧ content: MDNI !!! cucking per your husband's request, emotional beginning, reimagined Shinjuku showdown, slight trauma/angst, mentions of loss, 1 very brief mention of contemplating suicide, time jumps, slow burn-ish, a lot of intense eye contact, no sword crossing (yet), threesome prequel basically, oral (f. receiving), doggy style, missionary, multiple orgasms . Word count: 10k
𓃺 bunny's notes: changing the story line how i see fit (plus it's the ending we truly deserved). i originally planned for this to just be smut with no plot and then i was depressed and it turned into this emotional/horny combo. this took me way longer than i wanted to write but at some point it took over my mind and heart and i had to keep going until it felt right. hope you enjoy :)
A lot of things changed after the battle at Shinjuku, in both good and bad ways. Your side managed to win, but just barely. And that narrow victory was attributed mainly to Satoru Gojo. He somehow managed to defeat Sukuna, keep Megumi Fushiguro safe in the process, and literally save the world.
Although this wouldn’t have worked without him, no one could deny that many people banded together to fight and played a hand in the victory - including some cursed spirits. That was one of the most positive, albeit slowest, changes the battle caused over the last decade.
Cursed spirits, vessels, and other various non-humans have started to find a real place among jujutsu sorcerer society. (Well at least the ones who obey the higher ups rules.)
The rising acceptance of cursed spirits changed a lot, especially for you. Because you just so happened to fall in love with someone who was part one.
You actually met Choso in a recovery tent immediately after the battle. He didn’t really know what to call the emotions that were swirling in his stomach at the time, but he knew he couldn’t stop staring at you. You were injured and covered in a mixture of bloodied bandages, dirt, sweat, and tears.
You were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
He just happened to get lucky that his cot was moved next to yours in the overcrowded tent as even more injured arrived. While you were getting poked and prodded at, you instinctively reached over and grabbed his hand until it was over with.
You tried apologizing afterwards, but thought the way Choso blushed and stuttered over his words trying to respond was so cute that you ended up holding his hand again when it was his turn to have his injuries examined.
The two of you were pretty much inseparable ever since.
If society changed a lot for you after that day, it changed even more for him. He finally found a place he felt like he belonged. Friends and family. He even got a job providing support to sorcerers on missions on an on-call basis.
Choso thought he was one of the few people who could say he gained more than he lost in Shinjuku. His brother Yuji was safe, and he found who would become the other two most important people in his life - his best friend and you, the love of his life.
However, not everyone fared as well after the fight. Everything also changed for Satoru Gojo. He may have won, but he felt like it cost him a piece of his soul that he can’t get back.
Satoru would never admit this to anyone, but he wouldn’t have even been alive to fight against Sukuna if it wasn’t for Choso helping him fight Kenjaku first. He was almost useless in that battle, completely frozen. He couldn’t focus on the fighting in front of him. All he could see were the memories of his late best friend.
He had only snapped out of it because of Choso. The man was severely injured, on the verge of bleeding out and needing help. Choso still somehow managed to subdue Kenjaku just long enough to crawl over, haul his broken body to his feet, and slap Satoru so hard his mask almost flew off.
Satoru hadn’t even realized he turned off his infinity. That’s how lost inside his own head he was. The slap was exactly what Satoru needed to wake up enough to fight back, and he only managed to do that because Choso had collapsed after slapping him and he didn’t want the man to die.
They somehow won that fight. Several other people were killed or injured first though, including innocent civilians.
Having to watch the body of Suguru Geto die again was somehow even harder than the first time. At least this time, Satoru did the right thing and disposed of his best friend’s corpse properly.
Well technically, Choso did it. Even though he was on the brink of dying.
Satoru still couldn’t do it.
The friendship between the two men blossomed from there. Satoru was the one who championed the movement surrounding the treatment of non-human sorcerers - both for Yuji and now Choso.
Choso was the first person Satoru allowed to see him be fully weak - even though it wasn’t necessarily by choice and it only happened that one time. Choso never once judged him. Or told another person what he saw.
And Choso more than repaid the favor by doing the same thing and letting Satoru see his own vulnerable moments. Quite often actually. He was still new to a lot in both the human and sorcerer worlds, so he had many questions and needed help regularly.
You helped out Choso a lot too, of course. But the relationship between you and Choso was way different than him and Satoru. You knew they went through something truly traumatic together in Shinjuku and sometimes, he just needed a friend.
You actually supported their close relationship. Satoru was a good friend to your husband and made it possible for the two of you to get married in the first place while still keeping your job as a professional sorcerer. Satoru was also the more extroverted one by far, often helping drag your shy husband out of his shell. That was something Choso truly needed.
Satoru Gojo has brought so much more friendship and love into Choso’s life.
And by extension- yours. You and Choso were a package deal. All of those new people that became a part of Choso’s circle also quickly became important to you.
Despite being dealt your own losses in Shinjuku, the romantic relationship with Choso and the many new friendships you gained in return afterwards helped to quiet the pain.
Surprisingly, you also developed your own close friendship with Satoru. It took a bit longer though.
To be honest, he kind of scared you at first. You had only known of him and his immense reputation before Shinjuku, not him personally. And after everything you had heard about that fight between him and Sukuna, safe to say you were a little intimidated by the man.
It didn’t help that he was very closed off and short with you anytime you tried to speak to him for the first few months that you and Choso dated. Satoru didn’t even realize how much of a jerk he was being to you. He was just trying to survive and mentally recover from everything that happened that day.
Things changed though when one of your missions went sideways. You were trapped and pinned by a cursed spirit. Even worse, it was one that was well below your grade level. You should have been able to win easily, but you got distracted and made a stupid mistake.
You tried radioing for help, but had accepted that it was probably going to be your time. Just as you were squeezing your eyes shut for what you thought would be the final time- Satoru Gojo appeared and he saved you like it was nothing.
Rescuing you so effortlessly wasn’t what changed things. It was what came after.
He sat there with you and asked if you were okay. He could have shamed you or even scolded you for acting so carelessly, but he didn't. Instead, he just said he was glad you were safe.
Maybe it was his lack of judgement, but you couldn’t help but open your mouth and explain why you messed up. You’ve only ever told the story to Choso so far as the wound felt too fresh, but you reaccounted how you lost your own best friend in the fight at Shinjuku.
You tried so hard, but you couldn’t save her. Something that cursed spirit said had triggered a memory of the cursed spirit you lost her to. It had said something so similar before it ripped her apart in front of your eyes.
All you could do was go still at the flashback.
Satoru knew a lot of people that lost someone, but the pain in your voice as you told him about the worst day of your life felt so familiar that it stole his breath for a minute.
He started talking to you more often after that and his answers wouldn’t be as short. He realized you were just as non-judgemental, caring, and kind as Choso was. It made sense why the two of you fell for each other.
Satoru may have never let anyone see him be completely vulnerable after that battle at Shinjuku again. But after your confession, there was now a total of two people that he’d at least let see the cracks.
Choso’s love was reverent in nature. That deep devotion was your favorite characteristic of his. It applied to all of his relationships, no matter the nature of them.
And to say Choso was devoted to Satoru Gojo was a serious understatement.
Because of him, Choso could marry you. He could have a real family. A future.
As it was coming up on what would be the 10th anniversary of the fight at Shinjuku, Choso really wanted a way to convey everything he's felt for Satoru since that day. He knows Satoru better than anyone, so he expected the man would reject any real type of gifts or praise because it feels too much like a thank you.
And despite feeling like Choso has what he does because of Satoru's actions, he truly doesn't feel indebted to the man.
Satoru let it slip out once. It was late, and both men were incredibly drunk. Under the moonlight, he had admitted that he didn’t think he deserved to live through that battle. That he thinks he may have subconsciously turned off his infinity because part of him wanted to die.
Choso was never allowed to bring that night up again, but it stuck with him.
Satoru had given everything he had that day. And even though he feels like some part of him broke in that fight, he continued to give everything he has to Choso- and you- every single day since.
It only felt right for Choso to give him everything in return.
And there was one thing that Choso thought he might be able to give to Satoru that the man wouldn’t refuse…
3 years, 9 months post Shinjuku
The first time Choso had thought about Satoru thinking of you in a way that was more than just friendly, it was six months into your marriage and the very first mission the three of you had been assigned all together.
At that point, Choso had known that you and Satoru had developed a solid friendship over the previous years. He actually loved that two people so important to him were close. But you were his wife, so obviously he had never thought of the relationship between you and Satoru as anything but platonic. He never gave it much thought at all, actually.
The three of you had taken down numerous first grade spirits that had been terrorizing a nearby neighborhood.
The fighting had just finished and it had been rough solely due to their unexpectedly large numbers. The three of you had all gotten separated at one point, although you and Choso quickly found your way back to each other to fight together.
Choso was still wiping blood off his hands and onto his robes. You were standing a few steps away, also attempting to clean yourself. He knew you were fine because he had been with you through the end of the fight, but hadn’t gone over to you to fully check on you yet.
Satoru came striding quickly towards the two of you before Choso could. Mask missing, bright eyes glowing wild with something. Something that looked like… fear?
Choso wasn’t sure if that was the right name for his expression. Satoru was the most powerful man in the world. Especially after Sukuna, there’s no way some regular cursed spirits would shake him.
He walked right past Choso, directly to you. “Hold still.”
Choso watched as his electric eyes quickly scanned your body up and down three times. Finally being satisfied with his visual examination, he reached up toward your cheek. His hand shook slightly before he wiped away a bit of a spirit’s blood with his thumb.
His touch was gentle, timid. Very unlike Satoru’s typical nature.
Choso may have not been able to name his previous expression, but anyone with two eyes could see the obvious relief on the man’s face after he realized you were okay.
There was definitely something churning in his gut at the sight of Satoru touching you. Of him being concerned for you. Maybe he should have felt some type of jealousy or even anger.
That’s how I felt when I was separated from her.
And he realized that the feeling in his gut was… warm.
You were the most precious thing in the world to Choso. He would die if something happened to you.
And Satoru was the strongest sorcerer in the world. He could fight better than anyone.
So wasn’t it a good thing if he cared about your safety? If he’d do anything to protect you?
Choso quickly realized he was feeling just as much relief as Satoru, maybe even more. Just for an entirely different reason.
Satoru was the only other person in the world that he’d entrust with your safety. Satoru would never hurt you.
It was apparent to anyone you fought with or against that you could hold your own in a fight. You were strong and clever. But everyone needs protection sometimes.
Satoru sees you as someone worth protecting. Worth fighting for.
He sees you the same way Choso does in that aspect.
That all made Choso’s wandering mind think about other ways that they both may look at you similarly.
Does he think she’s… beautiful?
He shut the thought down immediately. In fact, he shoved it down into a cage, locked it, and buried it deep in the outermost corners of his mind.
4 years, 5 months post Shinjuku
The second time Choso had thought about the relationship between you and Satoru, it was when he realized that maybe you also had some non-platonic feelings for the man in return. It was eight months after he first tried to throw away the thought.
As much as Satoru tried to hide it, anyone truly close to him could see how he struggled after Shinjuku. For the most part, he was still his bubbly, slightly arrogant self.
But sometimes he was just dark. He’d go silent in the middle of a conversation, staring off into space like he was no longer in the room. Or he’d completely disappear and no one would hear from him for days until he’d return like nothing happened.
Satoru was in the middle of one of his disappearing episodes, but he would usually come back after 3-4 days. It had already been 6. Nearly an entire week.
You and Choso were in the kitchen. You had your back to him, furiously scrubbing at the same plate you had already cleaned once as you spoke. “I’m telling you that it’s different this time. Someone needs to go look for him.”
“It’s Satoru. He always comes back. He’ll be fine.”
You had slammed down the plate so hard that it shattered into tiny pieces in the sink.
“That’s my point! Just because he’s Satoru, we brush everything off because he’s so strong. We assume he’ll always be fine. What if we're wrong one day? He’s hurting! He needs our help!”
Choso still recalls so clearly the way you turned towards him, tears swelling up in your eyes, face pleading.
He was also worried, but knew Satoru hated when people saw him at his low moments. But you convinced Choso that looking for Satoru was the right thing to do regardless.
The two of you proceeded to spend the next three hours driving around until you managed to locate Satoru hiding out in some abandoned warehouse on the edge of town. When Choso attempted to enter the building to talk to him, the door was hit with such an intense burst of cursed energy that Choso nearly lost an arm as it slammed shut on him.
He had wanted to leave and try again the next morning, but you insisted on trying by yourself. You got through the door with no problem, and spent the next 45 minutes in there before appearing again, lugging Satoru behind you.
Choso still doesn’t know what the two of you talked about in there. You just said it wasn’t your story to tell.
He should have maybe felt threatened that you had secrets together. Or even angry that you had snapped at him over another man earlier. But he didn’t.
It was clear you cared about the man, deeply. Maybe even more than was appropriate for someone who was married.
There was no shoving the thoughts away twice. He couldn’t stop thinking about you and Satoru. The thought of you two feeling things for each other. He just wasn’t fully understanding why or in what way yet.
The thoughts wouldn’t stop coming until he figured it out.
6 years, 1 month post Shinjuku
The first time that Choso realized why and how he kept thinking about you and Satoru, it was late on a Friday night. The two of you often invited Satoru over for dinner since he is a terrible cook and constantly forgetting to eat with his busy schedule.
The food was fantastic and the wine was flowing the entire time. Maybe a little too much.
By the time Choso had finished cleaning up the kitchen after the delicious meal you cooked, you and Satoru were passed out on the couch together.
Choso had froze when he walked out into the living room.
Satoru was reclined on one end of the couch, head thrown back, mouth wide open as he snored. He looked completely at peace in a way other people rarely got to see the sorcerer.
You were just as sound asleep and peaceful looking. You had your head leaned against Satoru’s arm, body fully pressed into his side.
It was technically innocent. Sweet looking, even.
At some point in Satoru’s sleep, it drifted to rest on your thigh. The sundress you were wearing had crept up a bit, so he was touching your bare skin. Both of you were completely unaware of that touch.
But Choso wasn’t. His eyes narrowed in on it and that was all he could think about.
What if the man’s hand moved just a bit higher… It could slip underneath so easily-
Choso could do nothing but abruptly leave the room, half terrified by how quickly all of the blood in his body was rushing downwards.
He just thought about his best friend slipping his hand under his wife’s dress. He should be furious at the thought, not… hard?
Choso retreated back to the dining room, willing his dick to go down. He couldn’t be in that living room or even think about the two of you both sleeping in there. All he could do was finish the other half of the wine by himself and try to ignore the way he was still twitching in his pants.
6 years, 7 months post Shinjuku
It did take Choso another several months from there to be able to fully articulate why he was so turned on by the thought of Satoru touching you.
He thought something may have been wrong with him for a while. So much so that he started looking up ways to fix himself online. Instead, he found several very informative porn websites.
After doing some very thorough research, he realized a lot of men fantasized about other men fucking their wives.
Although for Choso, it was only one man specifically. He grew furious at the thought of anyone else touching you.
Even though Choso finally felt like he understood himself now and he wasn’t just a broken husband, he still planned on trying to ignore those thoughts every time they pop up.
There’s two other very real people involved in his fantasies. Two people he cares about more than anything. And it’s not like he can easily just ask either of you how you feel about it.
What if he’s misjudged everything? What if the two of you are truly just friends? What if either of you think he’s a disgusting pervert and never want to speak to him again?
He would rather spend the rest of his life ignoring these feelings than do something to risk possibly losing either one of you.
8 years, 4 months post Shinjuku
Choso had been doing pretty well at avoiding and denying his true thoughts recently.
Until that trip ruined any and all progress that he’s made.
You had been begging him to take a vacation for a while. Choso loved pleasing you, so of course he booked the trip the second the both of you got time off approved.
It just so happened that two days before you were set to leave, there was an attack in town. It was small, but one person was killed. A student.
Satoru wasn’t even there and it was in no way his responsibility, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to blame himself. That he wasn’t going to try to run off and hide away for the next few days hating himself.
He knew it. Choso knew it. You knew it.
Which is why you had met Choso at the door as soon as he got home from his mission the day of that attack. He knew what you were going to suggest before you could even ask it because he already had the same idea.
“You think we should take Satoru with us?” Choso asked before you could.
And next thing he knew, he was paying an exorbitant amount to book a last minute extra ticket to an island off the coast of Okinawa.
That’s how you had found yourself half asleep, curled up against Choso’s side on the cabana daybed. Choso’s arm was draped around your waist, fingers tracing lazy circles against the skin of your bare hip before drifting down the side of your thigh and back up.
Satoru was opposite the two of you, lounging on an inflatable raft in the pool with a fruity drink in hand. He was attempting to look anywhere but at the two of you, trying not to notice how his best friend is getting more and more handsy with his wife.
His wife who’s wearing an extremely skimpy bikini that was not leaving very much to the imagination.
Not that Satoru was imagining anything because he definitely wasn’t.
Even though Choso’s actions were getting a bit heated, it was also domestic enough to make Satoru’s chest weirdly ache.
Satoru badly wanted to leave and return to the hotel room. He knew he should.
Instead he tried to make light of the situation and pretend nothing bothered him like usual.
“You know,” Satoru called out, catching the attention of you and Choso. “Most married couples would not invite a third person on their romantic vacation if they didn’t have nefarious intentions.”
Your sleepy laugh sounded muffled against Choso’s shoulder. “Well if those were our intentions, we picked the wrong person. Your extensive night routine and loud snoring have been far too annoying to get in the mood.”
(Unfortunately for everyone involved, a second hotel room was not available that last minute.)
“True.” Satoru grins at you. “A tragic mistake on your part.”
The two of you continued to banter back and forth casually, with no idea that Choso was fighting for his life trying to maintain some form of casual composure.
He knew the two of you are just messing with each other. But the fact that both of you were talking about sex with each other even in a round about way has the thoughts that he’s previously locked away trying to escape from their confinement.
Choso desperately tried tuning back into your friendly argument, trying to keep his mind away from that Pandora’s box.
“You say that like I’m a stray cat that won’t stop following you around!” Satoru exclaimed with mock offense.
“You’re worse.” You shot back with no hesitation. “Stray cats are at least cute.”
That had Satoru moving in an instant, using his impressive muscles to launch himself out of the water without using the ladder, making sure to purposefully splash both you and Choso with water in the process.
He strode in close to your side of the daybed, leaning over you with one arm extended behind your head. Dripping even more water all over you, of course.
Now you were the one fighting to maintain composure and not trail your eyes down towards Satoru’s defined abs that were two inches away.
With that, Satoru grabbed the towel that was resting on the daybed behind you, tossed it over his shoulder, and stalked off.
“I’m going to head to the spa for a bit. Need a massage.” Satoru shouted over his shoulder.
You just flipped off his back as he walks away, like Satoru didn’t just flaunt his body to you in front of your husband.
(Which to be fair, Satoru flaunts his body in front of everyone. Including Choso.)
Meanwhile, Choso was suffering again. That whole exchange did not help distract him. In fact, it made things a million times worse.
Although you managed to keep a neutral expression and appropriate line of sight, you were completely pressed up against Choso’s side.
Of course, he had noticed how you tensed when Satoru leaned over you. He could feel your breathing speed up too.
He couldn’t feel your heart beat, but he wouldn’t be surprised if that also increased.
Even after all this time, Choso still waited a moment for jealousy to come. He knew it never will though, as long as it’s only him and Satoru that has you reacting that way.
You dragged Choso off to the hotel room a moment later, whispering in his ear that you wanted to take advantage of the empty hotel room. As soon as he shut the door, you were shoving him back against the door to kiss him.
Choso also noticed you seemed extra turned on.
Normally, Choso would never just slide his fingers inside your bikini bottoms with no real foreplay but he needed to confirm one more thing. So he boldly slid his hand inside and traced a finger directly up your slit, collecting the moisture pooled there.
You were already wet. He couldn’t help but wonder if it was because you were so excited to take advantage of the only alone time you’ll probably get on what was supposed to be a romantic getaway… or if it was because of Satoru’s subtle flirting moments before.
Choso couldn’t lie to himself at that moment, with your lips all over his neck and pussy already soaking his fingers.
He was really hoping it was because of Satoru…
9 years, 2 months post Shinjuku.
Choso’s prior self control failed spectacularly after that trip.
Anytime Choso found himself hard and alone without you, he couldn’t help but stroke his dick to the thought of you and Satoru.
But Choso still truly planned on taking these little fantasies to the grave.
It wasn’t until another one of those weekly dinners with Satoru that he changed his mind.
The three of you were still sat around the dining table, splitting a bottle of wine like usual as you all gossiped about the latest sorcerer drama.
“So you know that new teacher that was hired at the high school this year…” Satoru paused for dramatic effect. “She already got fired.”
“Why?” You asked with shock. You didn’t know her well, but you’ve been on a few missions together before in the past and always liked working with her.
“Well…” Satoru smirked like the Cheshire cat, “I guess some students found her social media. She has not one big, beefy boyfriend but two!! That spread around school like wildfire and the parents are pissed. They keep calling the school all angry asking why we’re corrupting the students.”
Satoru laughed as he shared this information. Choso also joined in. Surprisingly to both of them, you just let out an annoyed huff and cross your arms.
“That’s absolutely ridiculous.”
“Well the parents don’t want a bad porn plotline to be teaching their students jujutsu sorcery, it kind of makes sense to me.”
“Well, it doesn’t make any sense to me.” You snapped back at Satoru. You continued in the same fiery tone before he could say anything else. “It’s not like she was getting double-teamed in the classroom while teaching! A student went out of their way to find out that information and spread it. She’s an adult woman, whatever she decides to do outside of school is no one’s business. Was she a good teacher? Did the students learn from her? That’s what should matter to the parents and the damn board.”
You seethed for a second before saying one last thing.
“And honestly, good for her! Who wouldn’t want two men? Bunch of old, washed up prudes on that board.”
Satoru just sat there silently, surprised by the intensity of your anger on behalf of this woman you didn’t know that well. He was also really taking your words to heart and mulling them over. He wasn’t a part of the vote to fire her, but he also didn’t try to stop it. Maybe he needed to call another meeting.
Choso was just as surprised. Not over your reaction, you always speak up for what you think is right. It’s one of the things he loves most about you.
But he was surprised at your words. Mainly your final statement.
Did you also want two men?
Choso knew at that very moment that he was going to be honest with you about everything, despite the risk. His observations over the past years, him figuring out what his thoughts meant, the fantasies that have been plaguing him ever since.
As soon as he was brave enough to talk to you…
9 years, 6 months post Shinjuku
Which had taken Choso even another few months from that point to gather the courage to talk to initiate that conversation. At this point, it had been years since he first thought about it.
It was a random weeknight. You were both getting ready for bed. Choso had been feeling like he was about to explode under the weight of his secrets the last few months. It grew heavier every day.
He planned on making this whole elaborate speech. Or at the very least, gently easing you into the idea.
Instead, the words slipped out before he could stop them just as you were about to turn the light off and crawl into bed for the night. He just couldn't wait another day.
“I’ve been thinking about you fucking Satoru. Preferably while I watch.”
You were shocked, naturally. And of course, you denied everything. All of the alleged flirting and special moments. The wanting to sleep with your husband’s best friend. You especially denied having any real feelings for another man.
That may not have been entirely true.
Choso was usually correct in his observations, after all.
The light stayed on and the two of you spent all night long talking about it.
And the next day. And the next day. And the next day.
After several incredibly long, detailed, vulnerable conversations later, the two of you agreed. There’s been too many unspoken emotions there for far too long. It was time to admit the whole truth.
Which is what brought the three of you to today, the day of the 10th anniversary of the battle at Shinjuku.
Normally, Satoru would have run off to who knows where by now and stayed gone until tomorrow at the very least.
But he was still here because you and Choso had invited Satoru over for dinner.
Truthfully, Satoru had wanted to decline the invitation but Choso had sounded distressed over the phone. So, he wanted to go make sure things were all right with the two of you. You both were also affected by that day, after all.
But so far, everything has been mostly normal.
Dinner ends the way it usually does- unhurried. Everyone still gathered around the table, plates pushed aside. A wine bottle sits half-empty in the middle, next to the one that was already fully finished.
The food was amazing like always. The only real difference was how quiet it was. Normally the table would be alive with conversation throughout the entire meal until Choso ushered the two of you out to the living room so he could clean.
But instead, no one talked during the entire meal. Satoru tried making small talk when he first arrived, but quickly gave up after the two of you gave nothing but short, noncommittal answers. You two barely even looked up from your plates.
Satoru wasn’t sure if the strange energy was due to what day it was, but he didn't like it. These dinners were what he looked forward most to each week. They always felt so warm. Safe.
Satoru sat there twiddling the stem of his wine glass between his fingers for a while before he couldn’t take it anymore.
“You’re quiet tonight,” Satoru says, eyes glancing between them. “Both of you.”
It doesn’t help when both you and Choso go still at his words. Satoru watches the two of you have a short conversation with just your eyes before Choso starts to speak.
“Well I uh- I noticed something.”
Cryptic. Vague. Pretty on brand for Choso actually.
“...Noticed what?” Satoru prompts the other man to go on.
But instead he pauses and looks at you.
You nod at him, which encourages Choso to keep talking. “About us. The three of us.”
Satoru’s grip tightens just slightly on his wine glass.
It’s subtle and most people wouldn’t have noticed. But Choso did.
Which is why he looks directly at the powerful sorcerer as he says, “Things have changed with us.”
Satoru doesn’t know entirely where this is going, but it feels strangely like an accusation so he just lets out a harsh laugh and rolls his eyes before responding.
“Well yeah, I’d hope so after everything that happened. We’ve been through a lot together.”
“You know that’s not what I mean.”
“Actually, I have no idea what you mean.” It was a half lie from the white-haired sorcerer.
Choso pushes on, refusing to let him bluff his way out of this now that it’s been started.
“I’ve noticed...” Choso starts quietly, inhaling a deep breath before continuing. Not because he’s regretting this, but he doesn’t want to scare Satoru away by being too intense straight away.
“I’ve noticed the way you look at her. How you act differently around her.”
There’s no anger or accusation behind Choso’s tone, but the words still hit Satoru like a bullet.
He sets his wine down completely this time.
“Okay.. wow. Yeah-no. We’re not doing this.”
Satoru starts to turn to get up from his chair, but you’re flying up out of yours before he can fully rise to his feet.
The nickname only you can call him stops him in his tracks again.
Slowly, Satoru turns back around. His eyes find yours first. A big mistake on his part.
Because Satoru can’t deny that Choso is… right. Satoru does look at you a certain way. He does treat you differently.
He tries not to. He pretends he doesn’t.
You’re his best friend’s wife. A good friend to him yourself. He would never really cross that line.
Satoru tears his eyes away from you to glare at Choso instead.
“And that’s what you think of me?” Satoru’s voice is sharp now, defensive. “You think that I’d go behind your back and try to steal your wife?”
Choso is rising out of his seat now too to protest. “Of course not!”
“Then what are you saying?!”
“I don’t think you’d ever go behind my back but…” Choso continues slowly. “But I’m not asking you to go behind my back. I’m asking you to do it in front of me.”
Satoru was rarely speechless. But right now, words are completely escaping him.
All he could do is blink rapidly at Choso as he was trying to understand what the other man was trying to say.
Fortunately, Choso keeps nervously explaining the request he’s dreamed of asking for so long.
“We invited you for dinner because we have a… proposition for you. I know you want to be with her. She wants to be with you. And I want to watch.”
Satoru can’t help the loud, disbelieving laugh that bursts out of him. “You do not want me to fuck your wife.”
“Acutally, I do. I really do.”
The honesty and most of all, the raw desire, in Choso’s voice had Satoru feeling frozen once again.
He didn’t know how he could believe it. Satoru may have never been married before, but he’s pretty sure he’d never let another man touch his wife if he had one.
Choso had been his best friend for years. And he’s a terrible liar. Always has been.
Once glance at Choso's face and Satoru knows he’s telling the truth. He just can’t fully comprehend it. Although there’s a million things running through his mind, he knows what question he has to ask first.
Choso knew this question was coming, so he had already thought of how to answer it. He knows Satoru better than anyone else does. And he knows that the man has spent years denying himself things.
Years surviving by keeping distance. By avoiding any real joy.
So he knew this answer couldn’t make Satoru feel pitied or like this request was made solely because Choso felt like he owed the other man something.
“You remember the first anniversary after Shinjuku,” Choso starts to ask quietly, “when you stopped sleeping?”
Satoru becomes guarded almost immediately. “That’s not relevant.”
Choso continues before the man can fully shut down.
“You’d show up here late at night pretending you forgot something. Or that you were starving and needed food and all of the diners were closed. Or sometimes you’d just show up with no excuse at all.”
A faint, embarrassed grimace flashes across Satoru’s face at the memories.
Choso’s words hit Satoru’s chest like a knife to the heart.
Choso keeps talking though, his voice soft and understanding. He knows he only has so long to truly get through to Satoru and make him understand.
“What you didn’t know at that time, was that you never once woke us up. We were always already awake. She started having terrible nightmares- well more like flashbacks- around that time too.” Choso reveals, gesturing to you. He had your permission to share this all with Satoru. Both of you had thought about every detail of how this conversation should go.
“Watching the two of you talk and laugh late at night in the kitchen, it was healing. For both of you and for me. And I think that’s when I very first realized that I loved seeing you happy almost as much as I love seeing her happy, even if I didn't understand it fully yet.”
Satoru just stares at Choso.
Still unable to comprehend all of the truths that he’s hearing.
“And that scared me for so many reasons.” Choso admits quietly, at this point talking without pause, barely even taking in a breath. He needs everything finally out in the open and off of his chest.
“Every time you pulled away from us, I hated it. I hated being worried about you. I really hated seeing her worried about you. And I thought I was selfish. That I’d hurt one or both of you. I thought something was wrong with me for a really long time.”
Satoru’s chest tightens even further. He hates thinking about his best friend hurting over him silently for so long. “Choso-”
“But then I realized-” Choso interrupts and continues on, needing to say it all. “I realized that nothing was wrong with me. Or her. The only thing that was wrong was that you were trying so hard to not want- not need- anything from us.”
Everytime Satoru thinks that this conversation can’t get any more heavy and consuming, it does. Satoru can’t even breathe- let alone think enough to form a logical response. So many thoughts and emotions are flying through him at rapid speed.
Choso continues on, somehow calm and collected despite baring his heart and ripping open Satoru’s chest with only words, forcing him to do the same.
Satoru can’t even deny it. He feels so defeated at that moment because he knows that he isn’t going to be able to lie to Choso any longer- or to himself.
Satoru laughs quietly at that, but not humorously. Painfully.
He already felt emotionally raw because of the day it was, and now it feels like he was sliced and filleted wide open. Every emotion he’s ever felt on display for the two of you.
But Choso has one final bomb to drop, so he has to keep going.
“And we both love you.” Choso admits at last, firmly. Resoundingly.
So absolute that Satoru believes it.
“I can’t predict what this will look like afterwards. What it might turn into. But I think that everything we’ve all been through over the last ten years has been to lead us here to this moment to figure it out. Together.”
It’s silent for a bit as Choso stops talking to let Satoru process everything he just heard.
“And you- you also want this? You feel that way too?” Satoru finally chokes out after a few excruciating moments, turning towards you.
The way you bite your lip and nod silently has Satoru’s pants feeling extra tight. It was the only confirmation he really needed from you.
As much as he tried denying it over the years, Satoru has always felt a deep, intimate connection with you. He also had a similar connection with Choso, but they didn’t share that telepathy to the same extent. It’s like Satoru always knows what you’re thinking and feeling even without words.
Satoru also knows at that very moment that he’s going to say yes. He may not feel ready to say it out loud. Or even feel ready to admit it in his own mind yet but…
He agrees with everything Choso just said. Satoru loves both of you- way more than he should. He’s never allowed himself to think about any of it before and he knows there’s going to be so much to figure out. A small part of him is scared that everything is going to change, but another part of him also knows that this was inevitable.
And Satoru would never deny either of you anything that was asked of him. So he lets both of you grab one of his hands and lead him to your bedroom.
Satoru is not really one to get performance anxiety, but he definitely has it now. Not because he’s about to do something that most people would consider taboo or because he'll have an audience for the first time.
But because this is so much more beyond just sex for him. This is the culmination of the last ten years.
This is… this is everything to him.
So all he can do is sit frozen on the edge of the bed as Choso settles in comfortably in the lounge chair across the room.
You had laughed as you watched Choso drag the chair into the bedroom earlier today. It was so stereotypical. You definitely didn’t feel like laughing now.
You also feel the weight of this moment, but it’s something you’ve been wanting for years. Something that you need to see through.
So you cross the room and sit right next to Satoru on the edge of the bed, grabbing one of his hands in both of yours. “Relax. Just act like you would if I was any other woman.” You joke with him like you normally would.
He laughs, but doesn’t relax.
“You’re not just any other woman, that’s why I’m so nervous.” Satoru admits quietly.
His vulnerability ignites something in you. You have no hesitations about grabbing Satoru’s collar and dragging his lips towards yours. And then you’re kissing your husband’s best friend. One of your closest friends.
Satoru gasps, clearly caught off guard by your sudden action. You use the opportunity to slip your tongue in his mouth. He lets out the most tortured sounding groan you’ve ever heard.
Then he’s finally kissing you back. Really kissing you.
Satoru is a giant of a man in so many ways. He’s super tall, extremely powerful, and has the type of commanding presence that demands your full attention. Being kissed by him was like being swallowed whole.
Although it definitely feels different than kissing Choso, it reminds you of your first kiss with him in so many ways.
Mostly in the way your stomach starts flipping somersaults and you realize oh shit, this is a life-changing type of kiss.
Despite trying not to, Satoru has secretly dreamed of kissing you for years. He never thought he’d actually get to. So he pours every single feeling that he’s hidden inside into that kiss, ravaging every crevice of the inside of your mouth with his tongue.
Satoru pulls back first, before things get even more heated. This is everything he’s ever wanted, but he can’t help but still have some slight reservations. He can’t help but take a glance at Choso, making sure the man wasn’t put off by the intensity of that kiss now that he’s finally revealing his true feelings.
Meanwhile, Choso watched the two of you kiss with rapt attention. He feels like a fiend, needing to see more. Something about watching the two people he loves most in the world devour each other like that has him feeling like a fire that he's never once felt before.
It wasn’t originally in the plan for Choso to be involved besides watching. He hadn’t known he would want to do anything but just sit there and watch. But he knew by that Satoru pulled back that he needs more reassurance.
And Choso desperately needs to see Satoru touch you.
“Get comfortable on the bed.” Choso commands softly, testing the waters.
You move first, climbing into the center and leaning back against the pillows. Satoru follows a moment later, settling next to you on his side so he can face you.
Choso’s already hard dick jumps at the way you both follow his instructions.
“Take off her shirt.” Choso says now, voice more assertive after you both listened the first time.
Satoru’s hands move towards the hem of your shirt, grabbing it and pausing. He glances in your eyes, looking for any doubt or hesitation.
But there’s none to find. You want this just as badly.
Then he’s pulling your shirt up, exposing your breasts.
Satoru can’t lie and say he hasn't noticed your cleavage peeking through your tops a few times, but he never imagined just how good you look fully topless.
He didn’t need any more of Choso’s help on what to do next, one large hand instantly covering one of your breasts, squeezing and pinching at your nipple.
Satoru starts kissing you deeply again, switching back and forth between massaging both of your soft mounds and teasing your nipples in between his fingers.
He’s spurred on by the moans you’re letting out into his mouth. Wanting to hear more of those pretty sounds, Satoru rolls on top of you, settling in between your legs.
Satoru starts rolling his hips against your center as he kisses you, letting you feel how hard he is because of you.
Choso is definitely enjoying the show. He knew it would be hot, but he definitely underestimated the passion between you two as you rut against each other. It felt like he was watching a private moment between a loving, long-term couple.
Choso finds himself speaking again after a few moments of watching the two of you lose yourself in dry humping. “You know… You wouldn’t believe how good she tastes, Satoru.”
You both jolt in surprise and stop kissing, each taking a glance at Choso.
You recover first. Although Choso hadn’t mentioned wanting to direct in any of the conversations you had, you didn’t mind at all. This was something new that you all needed to figure out together, like he said.
And honestly, it only felt right for him to be more involved. This was always about the three of you.
Satoru recovers a moment later, a feral grin on his face.
“I’ve always wanted to know what she tastes like.”
Then Satoru is traveling down your body, leaving soft kisses on your chest and stomach and tugging down your bottoms as he goes.
You clench your knees together tightly out of instinct. You can’t help the brief shock at the realization that you’re fully naked in front of a man that isn’t your husband for the first time in many years.
“Spread your legs for him, sweetheart.” Choso coos sweetly to you, knowing exactly what you need from him after many years of loving you. “Show him how pretty you are down there.”
Your breathing picks up as you let your knees fall apart. You’re still a bit nervous, partly at another man seeing you like this and partly at your husband seeing just how wet you are from only kissing Satoru.
Both men let out a simultaneous groan at the sight of your bare, glistening pussy.
“That is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, baby. Don’t ever hide this from me again.” Satoru growls out, his voice taking a low, deep tone that you’ve never heard from him before. One that has your nerves dissipating and you dripping in anticipation instead.
Satoru starts at your right ankle, pressing more gentle kisses against your skin as he trails his way up your calf to your thigh all the way to the crease where your leg and hip meet.
Then he’s ghosting his warm breath over your pussy as he crosses to the other side, making your back arch and you whimper as you grow more and more desperate for him to touch you properly.
Satoru repeats his previous ministrations all the way up your other leg, going even slower this time.
You assume Satoru is just teasing you because that is typical of your relationship with each other, but really he’s just savoring this. He can’t believe he’s about to get the privilege of worshipping your pussy with his tongue.
Satoru takes a deep inhale, basking in this moment and your scent before finally placing his softest kiss yet directly on your clit.
He really did plan on continuing to take his time with this, but Satoru loses it the moment he gets a taste of your flavor on his lips. He can’t help but start lapping his tongue eagerly against your clit.
“Satoru, yes!” You cry out, squirming and clawing at the bed sheets as you get tongue-fucked in front of the man you love most by the man you love second most.
Choso also didn’t plan on getting up at all, let alone crossing the room to sit on the other side of you on the bed. He couldn’t help it the second he heard Satoru’s name fall from your lips in that sexy moan. It turned him on so much it feels like there’s flames covering his skin.
He knows from your shared look earlier that you and him are both on board with the idea that this feels right with the three of you. Choso just hopes Satoru doesn’t mind. This wasn’t fully discussed, but this whole situation is far too tempting to not join the two of you in bed.
Choso brushes your hair back, kisses your forehead and whispers to you, “You’re so beautiful like this.”
Satoru seems to growl in agreement against your slit, gazing up to not lock eyes with you, but with Choso.
Choso takes in a deep breath, still stroking your hair and watching as Satoru takes one of his fingers and slowly stretches into you, sucking vigorously on your clit as he starts finger fucking you at a matching speed.
And he and Choso stay locked in this staring contest until you clamp your thighs around his head and your cries grow louder, signaling to both men that you’re close.
You’re honestly not surprised Satoru is able to get you there this quickly. You’ve felt like you've been on the edge from the moment you first admitted to Choso that you did feel this way about the powerful sorcerer.
It feels like electricity is racing up your body. You throw your head back and tangle your fingers in Satoru’s milky hair as he fully tips you over that edge and your orgasm crashes into you.
Choso nearly cums in his pants at the sight. He’s made you finish so many times over the years, but has never gotten to truly observe what it’s like. To just sit back and watch you cum. It’s the hottest, most captivating thing he’s ever seen and he’s desperate to see it again.
Specifically on Satoru’s dick.
Choso rises to his feet, going back to take his seat on the chair across from the bed. He’s still going to be involved, but he wants this next part to be more for the two of you.
“Take off his clothes, sweetheart.” Choso dictates towards you.
You don’t hesitate at sitting up and pulling Satoru’s shirt over his head. That man flaunts his body every chance he gets, you’ve seen him shirtless many times before.
But you’ve never gotten to touch him like this. So you take full advantage of tracing every line on his abdomen as he hisses at your touch.
Satoru watches your face as he helps you remove his pants. And then his boxers.
You’re also not surprised that Satoru has a big dick. It’s only fitting.
You bite your lip and slowly wrap your hand around his cock, giving a few tentative strokes.
The combination of your shy expression, the dirtiness of the situation, and the way your hand feels on him has him feeling like this he’s going to prematurely explode within seconds if he doesn’t take control of the situation.
And he desperately needs to be inside you if he does cum.
Satoru puts you on all fours, facing Choso. His mouth goes dry at the sight of you bent over and fully exposed, waiting for him.
Satoru doesn’t need any further instructions, but he finds himself anxiously waiting for Choso to speak again. He wants that one last moment of reassurance before they cross this final line but also… he likes hearing Choso’s voice. Likes him being involved. And really likes being watched by him.
Satoru keeps his eyes on Choso as he waits in place behind you, tip nudging against your soaking wet entrance.
Neither man has ever felt anything like this while looking into each other’s eyes before.
Choso can barely stand it, averting his eyes to lock onto yours.
Choso’s pleased to find you also staring at him, waiting on him.
You’re both so beautiful.
Choso slowly unbuttons and unzips his own pants, flicking between both of your faces as you both watch him with heady expressions.
You swear you feel Satoru’s dick twitch against you just a little as Choso pulls out his own hard cock.
You and Satoru continue to sit there frozen, feeling like time isn't moving as you both watch Choso give a few slow tugs on his dick as he enjoys looking back at you two. Enjoys the desire on not only your face at the sight of him pleasuring himself, but on Satoru’s.
Then he’s finally uttering the words you’ve all been waiting for. The words that’ll change everything from here on out.
When Satoru finally pushes all the way into you, it somehow feels like all three of you are sinking into each other.
You don’t even have a moment to contemplate how you’re officially having sex with a man that isn’t your husband because Satoru is instantly gripping your hips and slamming into you at an angle and pace that feels so good all you can do is hold on and try to take the pleasure he’s giving you.
"This is the best pussy ever. Never going to get enough." Satoru grunts, pounding into you even faster as he loses himself in you.
Your forehead falls forward to the mattress, arms fully stretched in front of you as your claw at the mattress.
But Satoru only lets you rest there for a minute before he’s yanking you upright, wrapping one arm around your stomach to support you and grabbing your chin to force you to look straight at your husband.
"Look at your husband and tell him how good this dick feels. How much you love it."
You choke out words the best you can in between your obscene moans, "It's so g- good. I love your dick so much. Pleaseee keep going."
The look in Choso’s eyes is feral. His hair is falling wildly around his face as he frantically jerks himself off, matching the tempo of Satoru’s thrusts.
Your pussy clenches around Satoru as Choso lets out a deep moan at your words. You don’t know what you did to be in this room with the two hottest men on the planet but you’re very thankful.
Without any warning, Satoru pulls out and is flipping you onto your back. He wraps his arms under each of your thighs and tugs you towards him, sliding back into you. He needs to see your face as he fucked you.
And you didn’t realize how badly you needed to see his.
You reach up, touching the side of his face, running your fingers through the messy, white strands sticking to his forehead.
You've both had your own moments with Choso throughout the night, but you and Satoru are finally getting a second to just look at each other.
And you both fully feel it as you stare into each other's eyes as he continues to rock into you- the connection there. The electricity. The devotion.
Your heart cracks a little at the intensity of these feelings. The feelings you never named before and never allowed yourself to feel.
The floodgates of emotion are enough to send you soaring again, pleasure racing throughout every corner of your body while Satoru keeps fucking you through it.
As you cum for the second time, you can’t help but cry out “Toru” over and over again.
The feeling of your pussy spasming around him, the euphoric look on your face as you cum, and the use of that nickname he loves so much has Satoru gritting his teeth and trying his hardest to hold off his own impending orgasm. He isn’t ready for this to be over yet.
But then he takes his eyes off your face to look up at Choso again. Watching the way the other man has his head thrown back against the chair now, forearm straining as he madly strokes his hand up and down.
Choso was already also right on the brink himself. Watching you fall apart on Satoru’s dick was everything he’s fantasized about and so much more. It was like watching art be made in real time.
The moment Choso notices that Satoru is watching him jerk off as he fucks you, it pushes him over.
“Ohhhh fuck” Choso groans out as his climax hits him, his cum spurting out all over his hand and and stomach.
Satoru has never watched another man jerk off before, but there’s no way he’s holding back any longer after watching his best friend- his Choso- cum like that.
Satoru’s hips stutter two, three more times before his own hot cum is spilling inside you and filling you up.
Satoru kisses you deeply one last time before he slides out, immediately collapsing on the bed next to you and pulling you into his side so your head is resting on his chest.
He kisses the top of your head. There’s so many things he wants to say, but he isn’t sure where to start.
He doesn’t even get the chance to say a word before Choso is coming over and laying down, cuddling in on the other side of you and pressing into your back.
Choso wraps his arm around you, reaching all the way across to Satoru. Choso grabs Satoru’s hand, interlacing their fingers together so all three of you were touching in some way.
It’s silent still, but Satoru realizes nothing needs to be said now. Sure, there will be plenty of conversations to be had tomorrow morning and the other coming days.
But for now, you all just need to be here in this moment. Together.
Satoru spent the last ten years looking back. On the devastation that Shinjuku brought. On what he lost that day.
So much so that he hadn't even realized what he gained from that fight.
Before Satoru drifts off to join you and Choso in sleep, he vows one thing to himself as the three of you are wrapped together.
The next ten years, he's spending those looking forward. Straight at the two of you.
Pls do not plagiarize! Writing by @chososbunny333. Thank you for reading!! (:
