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DRABBLES
nanami kento ⊹ your ex is still hung up over you ⊹ mirror sex on your honeymoon ⊹ the real reason why his wallet is precious to him ⊹ alpha!nanami in a rut ⊹ choking on his fingers whilst he fucks you ⊹ when did he get hot? ⊹ nanami doesn't do casual ⊹ your typically vanilla husband accidentally discovers a new kink ⊹ knight!nanami ⊹ impact play with nanami ⊹ for most men, sex stops right after they orgasm. nanami kento is not such a man. ⊹ pornstar!nanami ⊹ not everything has to be about the actual sex [pt. 2] ⊹ nanami kento… in love? ⊹ phone sex operator!nanami
gojo satoru ⊹ suguru is next door ⊹ fucking you till you're sorry ⊹ he likes it when you cry ⊹ gojo satoru’s guide to forcing a confession out of the girl you like ⊹ giving the whole city a show
geto suguru ⊹ making you touch yourself while he watches ⊹ all the times he says i love you, and the one time you say it back ⊹ never turn your back on an enemy… unless he’s fucking you from behind
fushiguro toji ⊹ he's too big, but you'll make yourself take it anyway ⊹ pornstar!toji
SERIES
the ties that bind — arranged marriage au [ongoing]
⟢ you didn't choose to marry nanami kento. you thought it would be the end of you. instead, it’s where everything begins.
ONE SHOTS
these lonely and greedy demands (ft. knight!nanami)
⟢ in the simple quiet of your bedchambers, your loyal knight considers the kingdom’s future, his sworn duty to protect you, as the princess who will soon inherit it, and the weight of the devotion he keeps close to his heart.
something worse than hate (ft. nanami)
⟢ upset with each other after a mission ends in a near-death encounter, the tension on the drive back to the city finally erupts in a culmination of old arguments and unexpressed feelings. you push nanami too far, and what starts as another fight spirals quickly into backseat heat, fogged windows, and unexpected confessions.
rough me up a little (ft. geto)
⟢ suguru always lets you have your fun. he indulges in it even, baring his throat, jutting out his jaw to meet your eager palm, smiling through the sting. until he doesn’t. let’s just say you never stay in control for long…!
the taste, the touch, the way we love (ft. geto and gojo)
⟢ being a sorcerer isn’t an easy job, so sometimes you just need to be fucked dumb to forget, right?
emergency contact (ft. ex-boyfriend!nanami)
⟢ when a hospital visit leaves you too weak to go home alone, you don't think twice before agreeing to let the nurse call your emergency contact. only... the person who shows up isn't who you expected. you thought nanami had walked out of your life for good three years ago — so why is he here now?
hold me gently while i fall (ft. geto)
⟢ when the ghost of the boy you loved and lost appears in front of you for the first time in years, you can’t find it in you to shut the door on him.
say what i'm dying to hear — pt 1 ⊹ pt 2 (ft. fwb!geto)
⟢ you weren’t so much a willing player as a desperate one. you didn’t like the game, you only craved the player.
synopsis: y/n’s surprise goes wrong when jean walks in first, and eren is just drunk enough to suggest something that changes the dynamic completely.
content warnings: threesome, husband!eren, husbands best friend!jean, dub con in certain areas, mentions of alcohol, mentions of smoking, kissing, slight infidelity, slight blackmailing, vouyerism, eren is pushy, degradation, praise, oral (f and m receiving), p in v sex, protected sex, rough sex, choking, eren and jean don’t engage much with each other
Your heart fluttered as you heard the harsh and heavy sequence of footsteps across your patio. It wasn't fluttering out of fear or worry— fuck that. It was practically stammering in anticipation.
'Why?' You ask. Well, it had something to do with the new set of lingerie you were ready to display to Your husband that night. Eren loved seeing you in new lingerie, he loved fucking you in new lingerie, he loved everything about it and he could not pass up an opportunity to experience you wearing your sexy little matching sets.
This set was skimpy: black with red floral accents yet completely sheer material with a half bra cup which let your tits spill out over the top while the thong settled high up, giving you an added cameltoe which you could see peeking through the fabric. It was an instant boner giver.
And that was exactly why you slipped off your silk robe when you heard the footsteps, abandoning it in the dark living room as you walked up to the front door. You made some last minute adjustments, making sure your tits were fitted properly and evening out the straps of your g string.
An excited, dizzying feeling filled you as you unlocked the door. You were full of so many emotions you could barely see straight. The footsteps were louder, growing heavier, and all you could do was grin to yourself in prior satisfaction as you anticipated your husband's reaction.
Finally, you started to open the door. With a swing, you made sure to stand in the doorway in a stance that displayed as much as possible. If only you could see yourself— you were sure you looked fucking irresistible.
However, as the door swung, you were struggling to make out Eren's figure. It was dark, sure, but Eren's aura was extremely distinct. Before you could fully process what was going on, your brain was sending doubt after doubt into the back of your mind.
And, fuck, how you should have fucking listened.
As your eyes caught up with your thoughts, they instantly widened. You froze, shock and horror filling you as you faced not Eren but instead Jean, his fucking best friend. Your hand clenched onto the door handle, words barely being able to form as you stood there, practically nude, in front of your husband's best friend.
"Uh-" His words were enough to take you out of your spiralling brain and finally cover yourself up.
"Shit, shit shit shit." Was all you could get out before you ran back to the living room, reaching for your robe and practically jogging on the spot as you tugged it on. You were mortified, your heart beat racing ten times harder and faster than it previously was.
Your brain continually replayed the scene that had just occurred. How long were you stood there? How much did Jean see? Was he looking?
Shit.
He was fucking looking.
He couldn't take his eyes off of you.
With each replay of the scene in your mind, you just couldn’t miss the way Jean's eyes dipped down before his face heated up and it took way too long for him to look away. He really couldn't resist you. Fuck. That thought alone sent more heat rushing through you before you tightened your robe, took a deep breath, and let yourself return to the front door.
Jean was still stood there, frozen, flushed and probably still processing. You didn't step nearly as close to the door as the previous time, instead just stopping halfway down the hall and fixing your eyes on the floor. "I thought Eren was-"
"Yeah." Jean cleared his throat before hesitantly entering the house. "He's just- uh- yeah he's finishing off his cigarette." As your eyes lifted briefly, you saw the struggle in Jean's posterior as he half looked away and half didn't. His face still hadn't erased the dusting of pink that had crept up to his face the second he had seen you.
Your eyes met his, heavy, intense and littered. There was something so wrong about it. It lasted too long and you felt too much. You were the first to remove your eyes, settling back to the floorboards beneath you instead. "So- how was your birthday? What did you guys get up to?"
"It was good, yeah, pretty good." Jean swallowed, hard enough for you to hear it through the large entryway. "We just went out for drinks, played some darts, y'know?"
"Ah, okay. Hope you had fun." You forced a smile, hearing Jean's approving grumble in return. Your arms rested at your sides, patting your thighs as you pursed your lips. "How drunk are you?" You asked intentionally, hoping that there was some sort of instance where the prior scene would be able to erase itself from Jean's mind.
"Just tipsy. Eren's probably teetering on drunk." Jean's words had you publicly nodding but deep down, you were cursing yourself. "We were actually going to drink a bit more over here. That's why I- yeah..." You brought your eyes up once more as Jean spoke, watching as he scratched the back of his head awkwardly.
"Okay, yeah, that's fine." You spoke through slightly gritted teeth. "You can come in by the way." Laughing awkwardly, you moved to the side and made a welcoming motion with your hands that you immediately regretted.
"Thanks." Jean made a tight lipped smile before walking into the house.
However, he barely made it a few steps in before Eren walked through the front door. "Hi baby." His voice made your heart stutter, and not in a good way.
You felt like you had been caught. But, of course, you weren't doing anything... were you? It wasn't like Eren walked in on anything, so why did you feel so nervous?
As your husband wrapped a hand around your waist your entire body tensed up only for you to flinch as he pecked you on the top of your head. As he pulled away, you tried to force out a loving hum but, despite your efforts, it ended up sounding like an awkward chuckle.
"So, Eren." Jean's voice cut through the palpable atmosphere, saving you from any lingering embarrassment. "You wanted to try that new whiskey?"
"Yeah, yeah it's just over here." Eren moved towards the living room, finally allowing you to breathe a sigh of relief.
"Okay, well, goodnight." You clasped your hands together and shifted your weight from your heels to your toes.
"It's not that late. Why don't you stay with us?" Eren beckoned for you to follow him. "It's Jean's birthday after all."
"Uh-"
"You really don't have to. It's fine." Jean held his hands up in defence.
"It's been so long since we've all caught up." Eren groaned.
"I don't know..." Was all you could get out as you tried to wrack your brain for any excuse you could think of.
"C'mon baby." Eren rested his hand on your lower back, encouraging you to walk in the direction he wanted. "It’ll be fun."
And that was how you found yourself shrinking into the two seater couch next to Eren with a glass of whiskey in your lap and a slight buzz in your brain. The conversation felt way more intense than it was. In fact, you weren't sure if it was the conversation that was intense or if it was the heavy lingering gaze that you felt on you.
Jean kirstein's presence from the single chair across from you was so distracting that you could barely engage in the conversation. You were self conscious, worried about saying the wrong thing or acting the wrong way. Sure, you had already practically messed everything up but, you really couldn't afford to let Eren find out.
That was what felt so taboo. You and Jean shared such a heavy, dirty secret and you both knew that the other person was thinking about it while your husband innocently engaged with the both of you.
It was when you both subconsciously reached for the whiskey and your hands ended up brushing against each other that you both fully exuded a guilty zing throughout the room. The warmth of Jean's hand simmered through your skin and made your head spin. The most you could get out was a muttered 'sorry' as you reflexively pulled back.
"Why are you two acting like you don't know each other?" Eren chuckled slightly in amusement at the awkward scene that had played out before him.
"Didn't wanna spill the drink." Jean clearly lied well enough for Eren to not argue back.
But, from then on, you could feel Eren watching both of you. His eyes were sharp and calculated and it made you incredibly aware of every movement and sound you made.
The anxiety made you reach for more whiskey. It was the only thing that helped the layer of worry that folded over you to ease itself. You were hot, bothered and trying to hide both feelings from both men. The warmth of the alcohol was enough to cover up the burn of your stress and so, you kept tossing the strong liquid down your throat.
But, when Eren brought his attention onto you, the alcohol was the last thing to save you. "You're quiet tonight." His eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"She's probably just tired." Jean interrupted hastily as if he had previously been thinking of an excuse for that exact reason.
Eren's head shot over to Jean, staying quiet before his eyes met yours once again. "You always let him speak for you?" He pointed at Jean, his eyes narrowed and suspicious.
"I'm just tired.. and a bit tipsy, I guess." You pursed your lips, trying to ignore the ringing of your ears.
"Yeah, I feel the same way." Jean chirped in, clearly overcompensating for his previous slip up. You looked at him, a silent but loaded look in your eyes. Jean returned the gaze. It was real, raw and heavy. It was something that you couldn't mistake.
"Seriously, what is going on with you two?" Eren's gaze flipped between yours and Jean's as he tried to figure out the root of the tension in the room.
"Huh?" You played stupid, pretending as if you had no awareness of the atmosphere that you and Jean had created.
"You're both acting up." Eren crossed his arms over each other.
"It's been a long day." Jean cleared his throat. "Maybe I should head back home."
"No. Stay." Eren held his hand out, halting Jean's movements. Jean silently obliged, shuffling back slightly further back in his seat. Eren chuckled before speaking once more. "You would've stayed if I wasn't here. Right?"
Jean's eyes briefly widened at the statement. "Excuse me?" He sat forward in his seat as colour started to drain from his face.
"What are you saying, Eren?" You physically pulled away from your husband, hearing your heart pang in your chest.
"You wanna fuck my wife." The man beside you pointed at Jean before turning to you. "And you wanna fuck my best friend." He said in a matter of fact tone.
Silence filled the room, a hot cloud of tension suffocating everyone inside. Hearing your husband's words horrified you. And you really wished that you were horrified because it sounded so absurd. But, truth be told, you were horrified because what your husband had said was painfully correct.
"So neither of you are gonna deny it." Eren's voice cut through the thick silence, snapping you out of your stream of embarrassing thoughts. "Hmm. I thought as much."
"What? Wait-" You tried to argue back.
"You think I didn't notice all those looks?" Eren cut you off. "You were practically eye fucking each other this entire time."
"Eren, I think this is a bit too far." Jean shook his hands out in front of him in denial.
"You think I didn't see you try to hide your hard on when I first came in?" Eren raised his eyebrows assertively. Your eyes grew in shock at Eren's accusation. But, when you turned to Jean and didn't see an ounce of pushback from him, your heart skipped a beat.
"C'mon, Jean. I'm a man, I know how men think." Eren stood up from the two seater and began to walk to the chair, where Jean was sat. "You saw something you liked and it turned you on." He crouched to meet the flustered man, tilting his head to the side. "Isn't that right?"
"It's not alway-"
"And, by the way, what made you decide to wear that robe, Y/n?" Eren straightened out and turned to you from where he was stood next to Jean. Your chest stuttered as it raised and lowered, your heart practically forcing its way into your throat. "Are you trying to impress someone?"
"It was for you." You clenched your fists together, feeling the layer of perspiration that had already started to form in your palms. But, as you finished your sentence, you couldn't help but turn to Jean and gather his expression. You felt kind of guilty, as if you had taken away what the two of you had.
That’s how you knew that you had underestimated everything. Eren was right, all of the lingering looks, the awkwardness, the intimacy, it was inescapable. You really couldn't keep pretending like it wasn't there.
Neither could Eren.
"I know it was for me. But, that doesn't mean it was only for me." Eren placed emphasis on the word 'only'.
You bit your lip, trying to come up with an argument that didn't contradict what you were feeling. But, it felt impossible.
"You gotta stop pretending that there's nothing there." Eren pointed between you and Jean. "I don't want you guys to lie to me."
"I wore it for you." You swallowed hard, trying to de escalate the conversation with a forced smile on your face.
"Yeah, she's all yours, man." Jean chimed in, placing a hand on Eren's shoulder.
"Okay, we'll see." Eren walked back over to the two seater that you were sat on and took a seat next to you. "You wanted to try out a threesome didn't you, baby?" Eren's head turned to you, a— clearly fake—sweet smile on his face.
Your eyebrows furrowed at his words. It felt as if you knew what he was implying but you just couldn’t wrap your head around it.
“Didn’t you?” Eren reiterated.
"Yeah..." You muttered, feeling your stomach beginning to swirl.
"And you, Jean? I remember you mentioning being into threesomes." Your husband turned to face the man in the chair opposite the two of you.
"Uh, yeah." Jean cleared his throat afterwards.
"Well, both of you have a chance, now." Eren clasped his hands together. "As long as you both admit you were lying to me this whole time."
After the ultimatum left Eren's mouth, you felt your core burn with heat. However, you really couldn't bring yourself to confess. For all you knew, this was just a misunderstanding— although you knew, deep down, that it was anything but a misunderstanding. You squeezed your legs together and pursed your lips, looking down at the floor beneath the couch you were sat on.
"It's not like we've been lying." Jean started.
"Okay, you guys aren't gonna own up? Fine." Your husband shrugged. "I guess we'll see how much it takes to get that confession out."
"What do you mean?" Jean's eyebrows furrowed as he asked.
Eren started. "If you can sit through this, I'll believe you guys. If you confess, I'll let Jean join in."
"Join in what?" You chewed on your bottom lip.
"Fucking you." Eren's words were blunt yet hit you deep. You swallowed hard as the heat in your core cranked up its intensity.
"What?" You turned to jean as he spoke, seeing a flush creep up his face.
"If you wanna pussy out, leave." Eren indicated towards the door. "If you can prove yourself to me, stay right there and watch." He turned to you. "Are you gonna tell me the truth?"
You searched through Eren's eyes, seeing the deep hunger and passion he held in them. It turned you on. You were super embarrassed to admit it but you loved seeing your husband in that way. Stern, strict and powerful. You'd let him have you at any place and any time whenever he acted that way.
It was your weakness and Eren damn well knew that.
“Okay, let’s do this the hard way.” You didn't miss the smirk of accomplishment on his face before his lips met yours. He kissed you feverishly, pulling you in by your nape as he moved his pillowy lips against yours. You placed your own hand on his jawline, your other one trailing down the front of his chest as you returned the kiss.
Smacking sounds filled the room as both of you grew more in tune with each other. It was sexy, so fucking sexy because your husband was kissing you with a need that you had never seen before. Eren was desperate but dominant, his movements becoming very feverish and lustful. One of his hands found your waist and pulled you into him, desperate to have you closer.
The taste of alcohol on his tongue made you dizzy in the best way. Your head spun with a blur of excitement and it only added to the tingles that shattered through your body. You were so turned on.
"Is this what you think about doing to my wife, Jean?" Eren pulled away from you briefly, his eyes meeting the flustered man before him. Jean's jaw clenched, a forced neutral expression barely covering his true emotions. "C'mon, admit it." Eren smirked before kissing you once again.
This time, Eren was a lot more aggressive, using his upper body to push you back so that you rested against the length of the couch. He found his way over you and nestled his legs between yours as he swiped his tongue against your lips.
You let him in, letting your own tongue jut out and meet his. You sighed at the contact, shifting your hips slightly as the position sent heat gathering in the place you needed Eren the most. Or, Jean, for that matter.
Crossing your arms behind Eren's neck, you pulled him further into you, lifting your chest to meet his as the kiss grew slower and more calculated. Both of you had felt the rush. You had acted on your impulse. But, when the kiss started to slow, both of you knew that things were getting serious.
Your eyebrows furrowed in arousal as you and Eren matched each other's pace, the tension having built up inside of you and desperately needing an exit. You trailed a hand down Eren's back and used your free hand to cup his face as you looked up at him.
"Fuck, look at you..." Eren cooed. He dipped down once again, kissing your cheek and then your jaw and then your neck.
Gasping, you let your head fall back, exposing more skin on your neck for Eren to access. Your breathing grew laboured at the feeling, causing you to rest the back of your hand over your mouth. The feeling of Eren's lips, tongue and teeth on your neck made your legs feel weak.
Turning to the side from your laid down position, you glanced at Jean only to find that was already looking right at you. The entire situation made you squeak, heat piling down into your core. Fuck, you loved the fact that he was watching. You hated the fact that you loved it but you truly couldn't control what turned you on. And so, you leaned into it.
Having Jean watch made you so aware of everything that was happening to you. The rough edge of Eren's teeth, the wet warmth of his tongue and the soft plush of his lips were enough to make you let out a moan as your hips raised in need.
You could feel your husband smirk against you at your actions. He rested his hand on your upper, outer thigh and caressed the skin. "How's that feel, baby?" Eren's voice lowered an octave as he spoke against your skin, his words vibrating against you and making you shiver.
"Feels good." Your face heated up as you breathed out before pulling Eren back up so that you were face to face. Kissing him, you clutched onto his nape with unexplainable strength. With your free hand, you began to trail down to where you knew he was tock solid for you. Reaching his bulge, you felt the way Eren's breath hitched against your mouth. It made you smile.
He was already hard. His cock was large, warm and hard against your hand. You knew that he was enjoying this just as much as you were. And, although you tried to focus on Eren, you couldn't help but wonder if Jean's cock was just as hard.
Briefly, you opened your eyes during the kiss and darted them over to where Jean sat. His eyes were low, his face was completely flushed and his pants seemed to be getting tighter. However, he didn't dare to do anything about it. Either way, he just couldn't stop watching.
You closed your eyes once again as Eren's hands moved to your robe through the kiss. He fumbled with the knot in the belt, undoing it before pulling each side of your robe apart. While his lips continued to move against yours, he trailed his large hands against your bare skin. Goosebumps raised to the surface of your skin at Eren's light touch. It was pathetic but you were so turned on, it just felt so good.
Eren pulled away from the kiss to admire you. "This is what you had on underneath that entire time?" His eyebrows raised as he cupped your tits over your pretty bra. "So slutty. Don't you think, Jean?"
Looking over at Jean, you could sense the fact that half of his resolve had already left. He looked like he was actively fighting against his wants: his eyes were stuck on you, his hands were clenched, his lip was between his teeth. You could tell he was so incredibly turned on and also so embarrassed by the fact that he was. All he could do was give a slow, cautious nod to answer Eren's question.
"You don't look so sure. Why don't you get a better look?" Eren spoke as he stepped onto the floor. He lifted you up with him, encouraging you to stand. "Let's take this all the way off." He pulled the robe over your shoulders, letting it fall down your arms and pool at your feet. Then, you were left in just your sexy little lingerie set.
Eren stepped aside and let Jean take you in. He could finally size you up and the lack of shame in his actions made you feel incredibly hot. His gaze was heavy, weighing on your pushed up tits and barely covered pussy. You could see the colour of his face increase as he checked you out, his pupils dilating and his posture growing more tense.
"Could you imagine getting to fuck this every night?" Eren stepped in behind you and let his hands curve around your waist. "Keep looking." Your husband instructed as he moved one hand up towards your tits and the other down towards your pussy.
You squeezed your legs together, desperate to cure the horny ache that had been sitting in your core for what felt like forever. With your bottom lip between your teeth, you kept your eyes on the man in front of you as you let your husband trail his hands all over you.
Jean was enjoying it so fucking much, his breaths were harder, longer deeper, settling in his chest and puffing their way out of his nose as he took you in. He looked like he wanted to take you right then and there. The thing was, you would’ve absolutely let him.
"You wanna touch her?" Eren teased as he groped you, his touch making your arousal build up so incredibly quickly. He lightly traced your clit with his finger and your legs quivered at the feeling. Jean clearly noticed, having to adjust the way he was sat in his chair. You loved whatever you were doing to him.
"Can I?" Jean replied to Eren's question.
"Gonna admit you've wanted to fuck my wife this entire time?" Eren retorted.
"C'mon, you know that's not—"
"Okay, how about you just keep watching until you do?" Eren pulled you backwards and sat you back on the couch. "Both of you, keep watching each other." He propped you up so that you were upright before he kneeled on the floor beneath you. "I would've let you do this if you had confessed, Jean." Eren taunted. "Now you gotta look my wife in the eye as I eat her pussy."
Your mouth unintentionally dropped at the statement. With shy eyes, you made contact with Jean. His eyes were burning, a fiery passion having completely taken over. He almost looked angry. He looked possessive, as if you were his for the taking and Eren was merely an obstacle. Eren barely gave you time to prepare before your panties were aggressively pulled to the side.
You gasped at the action, your eyes shifting down to watch your husband. He looked up at you, a strict expression on his face. "Did I say you could look away from Jean?" His words were stern. "Don't take your fucking eyes off him."
"Okay-" Your words hitched in your throat as Eren's lips made contact with your clit. He kissed the desperate nub, making you slightly twitch. Eren clutched your inner thighs and held them as far apart as possible before admiring the sight before him.
"So fucking wet already." He prefaced before licking a stripe up from your hole to your clit. Having your eyes instantly growing lidded, being made to keep your gaze on Jean felt almost impossible. You hiccuped at the feeling of Eren's tongue making contact with the place you oh so desperately needed him. Having Jean staring directly at you whilst it happened just made you that much more sensitive.
"Fuck-" You felt your eyebrows twitch as Eren began to flick his tongue up and down your clit, the pleasure wracking through your body. Jean wasn't receiving any pleasure but the look on his face was one of pure arousal, he might as well have been the one being pleasured.
Eren's tongue moved to make circular motions on your clit, tingly warmth flooding your body. "Oh my god..." Your mouth dropped open as you moaned, your eyes briefly blurring over as you finally released the pent up need that was building for so fucking long.
"That feel good, baby?" Your husband muttered against your pussy, the vibrations of his voice making your stomach clench.
"Yeah..." You looked down, watching the way Eren's tongue grew pointed and flicked your clit rapidly. It was so fucking sexy, you could feel yourself clench around nothing.
"Don't fucking look at me. Look at Jean." Eren warned once more. You squeaked out an apology and brought your gaze back to Eren's best friend. Jean really didn't know where to keep his eyes. You could tell he wanted to see everything. If Eren's head wasn't in the way, you were sure he would've stared directly at your pussy. It just showed how calculated your husband was. He hid the best fucking part and he knew that it would drive Jean crazy. "Tell him how good it feels. Let him know how good I make that pussy feel."
Eren flattened out his tongue and licked long stripes over your clit. You let out a shaky breath before talking. "It feels really fucking good-" Bringing your hand up to your mouth, you covered your mouth as if your words hadn't already escaped.
However, the embarrassment of telling Jean how good it felt really hadn't hit you as Eren moved so expertly against you that you really couldn't think about anything else.
Eren closed his lips around your clit and began to suck on it, making your head fall back with a moan. But, you barely had the time to sink into the feeling as Eren reached up and slipped his hand behind your head before straightening you out once more. "Don't make me fucking tell you again."
You looked at Jean with such a lustful expression, it wouldn't have been a bold assumption to guess that he was your lover rather than Eren. But Eren was just making you feel so fucking good, you could barely control your reactions.
His frustration only made him more passionate in the way he licked and sucked at your clit. Your hips swivelled into him, only making his movements hit harder as you struggled to maintain eye contact with Jean. "Fuck fuck fuck-" Your mouth dropped open as your entire body leaned into Eren's touch.
Eren started to slow his movements, going back to kissing around your clit and caressing your pussy gently. "Such a pretty fucking pussy." He began to lick long, slow stripes up to your clit, making you jolt each time he hit those nerves. "So sensitive."
He pulled back and hooked his fingers around the band of your panties. You lifted your hips up for him, letting him trail the panties down your legs and fully remove them. He turned to Jean, who seemed as if he were about to break. "Want these?"
Jean swallowed so hard, you were able to hear it from across the room. "Yeah." He croaked out, his voice shaky and hoarse.
And, to your surprise, Eren tossed them over. They landed in Jean's lap and he practically jolted as they hit him, his face turning a shade of pink that you didn't realise was possible. "Use them however you want." Eren was being lenient, way too lenient it concerned you. "Just don't touch yourself." He added. There it was. You knew he wasn’t that fucking nice.
You felt bad, but that feeling was quickly overshadowed by the feeling of Eren reaching back down to your clit. His tongue moved in just the right way, you instantly let out a breathy moan.
Keeping your eyes on Jean proved to be incredibly difficult as Eren continued to lick and suck at your pussy. The warmth in your core was bubbling and starting to overflow into other parts of your body.
All you could do was look directly at Jean as pleasure overtook your entire body. He seemed to be reaching his breaking point as he fidgeted in his seat, beginning to tussle with the useless fabric of your lingerie in his hands. "Oh!" Your legs grew shaky as Eren circled your entrance with a finger.
You could feel how wet you were what with the way that there was barely any resistance as Eren began to insert his finger. "Oh fuck!" Your chest flew up and down heavily, your eyes fluttering as you tried to keep them open despite your immense pleasure.
"There you go. Nice and deep." Eren cooed as he began to curl his finger inside you upwards. His tongue didn't stop its assault on your clit and, with the double stimulation, you were reeling.
"Fuck- oh my god- Ere- fuck!" You couldn't help but intertwine your hands into Eren's roots. As your concentration made its way back to Jean, you realised just how turned on he really was. He was sniffing your fucking panties. Holy fuck, you loved seeing him so desperate.
"Eren please..." You clutched onto his strands. "Don't stop..." Every word that came out your mouth was shaky.
Eren pleasured you so well and Jean looked so fucking hot, everything was building up so rapidly. You were sweating, your head was spinning and your body was shaking. You were so fucking close and Eren moved so perfectly it was all becoming too much.
"Gonna cum?" Eren spoke hastily before going back to licking your clit.
"Oh my god yes-" You rushed out, squeezing your eyes shut.
"Yeah? Gonna cum for me?" You could feel the way he smirked against you as he spoke. "Or are you gonna cum for Jean?"
His words had a tingly layer of heat pile itself onto every surface of your skin. "Fuck- I- both!" Opening your eyes, you met Jean once again. He wanted to fuck you so bad and he couldn't hide it anymore. His entire body tensed up, he clutched your panties like he didn't want to lose them and he couldn't peel his eyes away from you. It was the look on his face that sent you over the edge. "Oh my god, I'm cumming."
You began to tremble in Eren's grasp, your stomach clenching as a hot zing of pleasure burst out through your clit and ran down every part of your body. You cried out as you came, your eyes rolling back and your mouth hanging open as your pleasure finally reached its peak. It felt so good, your hips moved uncontrollably, desperately bucking up into Eren's tongue as he helped you to ride out your orgasm. You just couldn't stop, desperate to keep the pleasure going as the feeling was so fucking addictive.
"Just feel good for me baby, there you go. That's good, huh?" Eren spoke to you, helping you come down from your high as he slowed his movements. You let out long, laboured breaths as you came down, not realising how hard your orgasm had hit you.
As you sat in your post orgasm daze, you watched as Eren stood up straight and began to undo his pants. It was when Jean stood up from his seat that you had to snap yourself out of the state you were in. "Let me join." Jean asserted. His voice was thick and strong but you didn't miss the hint of desperation that hid in the back of his words.
"Are you gonna confes-"
"Yeah, I wanna fuck your wife Eren. My cock is so fucking hard and I think she's incredibly sexy. So, let me join." Jean's words had your pussy fluttering in need.
"You really don't give a fuck, huh?" Eren chuckled before looking down at you. "I guess you really are a slut, baby. No one can control themselves around you." His eyes creased as he smiled wide, almost what seemed to be a proud look on his face. "That's my fucking girl."
"Is that a yes?" Jean interrupted.
"You're not fucking her raw." Eren shook his head.
"No problem." Jean dug into his pocket, reaching for his wallet. He scanned the inside for a second before reaching in and pulling out a condom. "Happy?"
"Go ahead." Eren gave his blessing before stepping aside.
"Do you want this?" Jean asked as he settled beside you on the sofa. You gave him a nod, afraid to seem too enthusiastic when your heart was truly pounding in excitement.
Jean rested his hand on your jaw, slightly caressing the skin before pulling you into him. He kissed you carefully, gently and almost as if he were afraid you would break.
One thing his lips didn't lack was passion. The way he kissed you was so fucking passionate you could practically taste his admiration for you. You kissed him back in the same way, sighing into the kiss as it escalated.
Jean didn't have the patience to take his time with you, you could tell. In an ideal scenario, you both would've taken the time to make the moment last as long as possible. However, thanks to Eren, you were both just so fucking pent up that you needed each other so badly.
"Can I take this off?" Jean muttered into the kiss, his hand tracing the band of your bra. You hummed in approval and he began to undo the clasps, continuing to kiss you during it. His touch was light yet impactful. You could feel practically everything and it made you feel so sensitive.
Once he managed to undo your bra, he pulled it down your arms before tossing it onto the floor. He pulled away from the kiss to admire you— or, more so your tits— before kissing you again.
Jean was less controlled by the time he kissed you again. You could tell he so badly wanted more but he seemed to be holding back. So, you took the initiative and began to palm at his clothed bulge. "Fuck." He groaned into the kiss, his breath hot and heavy as he leaned into your touch.
"She wants more." Eren commented as he found his way over to the chair that Jean was previously sat in. "Give her what she wants."
"Lie down." Jean instructed and you followed. You laid yourself out on the length of the couch once again and bit your lip as you looked up at the man before you. "What do you want me to do to you?" He tilted his head to the side as he asked, unbuttoning his pants at the same time.
"Fuck me." You held your legs up, spreading them for him to see.
"Holy shit, you're perfect." His eyes darted all over you, lingering on your pussy and tits for the longest.
"Fuck yeah, she is." The sound of Eren's own fly undoing caught your attention. You turned to see him reaching into his pants and pulling out his hard cock. You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning at the sight.
"How do you want me to fuck you?" Jean asked as he pulled down his boxers. His dick jumped out from beneath the fabric, your eyes widening at the girth. He was so hard it looked incredibly heavy and flushed. You could tell he had been on edge for so fucking long and you couldn't wait for him to take out his frustration on you.
"Use me." You pleaded.
"Fuck. Yeah?" Jean jerked himself off as he shuffled closer to you, locking your legs in their position up high as he slotted the top of his thighs beneath the bottom on yours.
"Yes, please." You smiled.
Jean wasted no time in opening the condom and rolling it on. He breathed out as he lined himself up with you, his eyes zeroing in on where the two of you were about to connect. "You ready?"
"Yes!" Was all you had to say before Jean entered you. Your breath was instantly knocked out of you, the stretch being enough to have tears pricking in the corner of your eyes. "Fuck!" You gasped clutching at Jean's thighs as he thrusted deeper into you. "Oh my god, Jean!"
"Fuck, you feel good." Jean groaned, his head hanging slightly as his eyes briefly fluttered shut. "You're so-" He cut himself off with another groan as he pulled his hips backwards and thrusted forward once again. "Holy shit."
Your nails dug into his thighs, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as Jean used his thick cock to fill you up. He started off carefully, using slow yet long and deep thrusts to stretch you out. A stretching pain formed deep inside you at the insertion but it felt so fucking good you didn't want to stop.
The sensations in your clit were all so heightened after having just came and so, when Jean finally reached the hilt, and his pelvis grinded against your clit, you couldn’t help but moan. "Oh.. that's good..." You spoke through lidded eyes.
Jean's eyebrows furrowed and his jaw clenched as he looked down at you, his movements still controlled and slow. You knew he was holding back. You could see it in his eyes. You could feel it in his movements. "Jean, please fuck me like you mean it."
Your words seemed to have completely broken his resolve. He let out a 'tsk' before grabbing onto your legs and seriously starting to fuck you. Your mouth fell open, your head resting back against the sofa as you took the deep, hard thrusts that Jean gave you. "Fuck, you're big-" Hiccuping, you tried to shimmy backwards on the sofa and lifted yourself up high enough to make his thrusts shallower. Jean grabbed onto your throat, pushing you back down and continuing his relentless pace.
"You can take it." He more so commanded than encouraged as he used his free hand to shift your hips further down onto him. He pulled you down with each thrust, having you meet his cock halfway as he started a faster pace. You placed your hands up, reaching for the armrest of the sofa to keep you stable as Jean fucked you mercilessly.
"Shit, this is better than porn." Eren commented from the chair he was sat in. You barely had the time to take his words in, only registering the way he moved his hand up and down his dick as he watched the two of you. "You like getting fucked like that, huh?"
"She fucking loves it." Jean responded for you. He clutched onto your tits, pushing them together and kneading the fat as he continued to thrust. "And I fucking love it too." He leaned over and landed an open mouthed kiss on your lips that you struggled to return.
"Oh fuck, Y/n, you can't even kiss back?" Eren mocked you, a teasing tone in his voice.
"That's okay, just focus on how fucking good it feels." Jean encouraged, peppering kisses on your cheeks. His thrusts slowed however, it allowed for him to reach deeper areas that made you squeal in pleasure. One particular spot had you gasping as your eyes widened. "Is this the spot? Right here?" Jean purposely thrusted into the same spot, causing your legs to start shaking. "Feels good?"
"Oh my god yes yes yes!" You felt your entire body tremble with each knock of Jean's tip directly against your good spot.
"Christ. It feels so fucking good for me too." Jean tilted his head backwards, pursing his lips as he succumbed to the pleasure. "You're so hot." He dragged a hand down from your sternum and over your stomach until he reached your pussy. Then, he used his thumb to start rubbing your clit.
"Haah- fuck!" Your toes curled at the feeling, electric heat beginning to pile up in your clit once again.
"This shit isn't fair." Eren muttered as he stood up and walked over to you and Jean. With his dick in hand, he turned your head to face him. "Why don't you put that mouth to good use?" He rubbed his tip along your lips, making you jut your tongue out to catch onto it.
"Fuckkkk, that's it. So fucking pretty with my dick in your mouth." Eren eased himself into your mouth, stuffing your wet hole and sliding himself along your tongue. The feeling of Eren's cock filling your throat as Jean's cock stretched out your pussy as his thumb flicked your clit made your head spin. You felt so good. So full. So tingly. Your entire body shook uncontrollably as you struggled to keep your eyes open let alone choose who to keep your gaze on.
“You make me so fucking hard, I feel like I could cum any second.” Jean’s voice raised in pitch as his mouth hung open. He looked down at you with a dark look in his eyes that intimidated you in the best way possible.
“Her body is so fucking addictive huh?” Eren chuckled as he cupped the underside of your jaw, feeling the indents of his dick as it filled your mouth and teetered into your throat.
“Fuck yes.” Jean fucked you harder, pulling you further down as he thrusted further up into you. It made your eyebrows fly upwards and inwards as you struggled to take Eren’s cock in your mouth at the same time.
“Love those sexy little faces.” Eren moaned, his eyebrows raising as he began to play with your nipple. You moaned around him, eyes growing lidded. “Especially with a mouth full of my cock.”
“Never thought she could look any better than usual, fuck.” Jean dug into the skin of your sides, holding you with impossible strength. “It’s such a fucking turn on.”
Eren and Jean both looked so good. So fucking dominant. They both looked down at you with a look that made you feel like you were the sexiest person on the planet. Knowing that you were making them both feel good only made you feel so much better.
Whatever words they were saying we're instantly dismissed by you as tears began to roll down your cheeks and your vision grew blurry as your entire body tumbled towards its peak. You couldn't speak, you couldn't move, all you could do was sit there and fucking take it and you loved it.
"Your pussy's getting so fucking wet." Jean moaned, his pace staying consistent enough to start to push you over the edge.
"She's close." Eren warned, beginning to increase the pace at which he fucked your throat. "Isn't that right baby? You're gonna cum again aren't you?"
"Goddamn." Jean exhaled, deepening his thrusts and hitting you in the spot that had you seeing stars.
You weren't sure how it happened so fast but you started cumming almost instantly. You lost feeling in entire body for a second before everything turned into white, hot, inescapable pleasure. Your mind was such a scrambled mess of incoherency, you could barely hear whatever Eren and Jean had to say.
"Shit, you're squeezing my cock so fucking tight." Jean moaned, desperate to keep moving inside you. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, fuck- fuuuccckkkk." You felt the violent throbs of his dick inside of you as Jean reached his orgasm. He didn't stop his movements however, continuing to fuck both you and him through your orgasms.
The sight was clearly way too much for Eren as he pulled his cock out of your mouth and jerked himself off over you. "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna paint your face with my cum okay?" With the remaining energy you had, you jutted your tongue out, making Eren groan. "Holy shit." He released onto you with a moan, warm wet streaks shooting out onto your face as he came.
You were left a shaking, crying mess as Jean slowed his movements down to a stop and Eren rubbed his tip along your covered cheek. "Oh my god." You hiccuped.
"You okay, baby?" Eren crouched down slightly and stroked your head.
"Was that too much?" Jean pulled out cautiously.
"So good. That was- it was really fucking good." You opened your eyes, slightly squinting as Eren reached for a tissue.
"Fuck, yeah it was." Eren wiped your face for you as he spoke.
"Yeah." Jean breathed out, resting on his knees as he watched the two of you.
"Glad you had fun Jean." Eren gave out a clearly forced smile. "That was a one time thing."
much ado about nothing - plug!eren x grad student!reader, modern au ✷
Up to your eyeballs in your literature master's program, you choose a potentially-idiotic form of stress relief in Historia's hot drug dealer. In true Shakespearean fashion, chaos ensues.
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ti penso ogni giorno - eren x reader, modern au ✷
A collection of one-shots spanning a decade-long relationship, through good times and bad. Two people who can't get enough of each other, even several time zones apart.
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quick bright things - eren x reader, modern au ✷
Spending your summer sweltering in the uppermost regions of Italy with your wealthy friends, you stumble across a man who seems straight out of a Shakespeare play, and who seems to be completely fascinated with you.
part i - ao3 / tumblr
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scary dog privilege - best friend!eren x reader, modern au ✷
You enlist Eren as your fake boyfriend for Connie’s birthday party, unable to face your ex, Jean, without the help of your best friend. You forget one crucial thing: Jean’s all bark, but Eren’s all bite.
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pretty girl - jean kirstein x reader, modern au ✷
Your boyfriend Jean is pretty much perfect, except when it comes to your incredibly vanilla sex life. You make the mistake of underestimating him.
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cowboy like me - cowboy!jean kirstein x reader ✷
You return to your family’s ranch for the summer, and the cute new stablehand catches your eye, even if he’s resistant to your charms. Through a fair amount of scheming and sneaking, you’re sure you can bring him around.
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multi-character
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three's a... - eren jaeger x reader, jean x reader, pt. 1 of poly!uni ✷
You and Eren have been getting more adventurous in the bedroom and roping Jean into your adventures. Jean’s way too in his head about the whole thing.
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show off - eren jaeger x reader, jean x reader, pt. 2 of poly!uni ✷
Eren notices that you and Jean have a bit of a thing for each other. He helps you act out your fantasy.
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cabin in the woods - poly!erejean x reader, pt. 3 of poly!uni ✷
You and the boys head up to Jean's mountain cabin to celebrate the one-year anniversary of absorbing Jean into your relationship. You forget that Jean and Eren recently found your stash of smut novels.
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jean's girl - eren x reader, jean x reader, modern au ✷
You're Jean's girl around town, but not always behind closed doors.
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Idk about anyone else but that daddy dom content of jean and eren sounds delicious🧎♀️
yes, yes it does 😩. this fic was never gonna see the light of day but oh well 🌚
cw: daddy kink, hard face slapping, cunt spanking, face fucking, painal, dubcon, noncon(?) idk, multiple orgasms, overstim, double penetration (two dicks one hole), ‘angel’ nickname
Let’s be real— you were not a good girl.
Whether it be not doing your chores or going to bed on time, there was always something you doing to be defiant. But only to Eren, never to Jean. Why? Jean was good to you, always doing little things like buying you your favorite ice cream from the supermarket and showering your face in kisses at the end of each day when he returned home from work that made your heart skip a beat every time.
And he gives your poor tummy the worst case of butterflies whenever he calls you his angel. Eren never gave you cute nicknames, all he ever called you was a brat or a dumb crybaby, a nuisance. He was so mean to you, forcibly shooing you away when you attempt to crawl into his lap whenever he’s watching tv. Jean never did that, he was nice to you. Especially when you feel horny in the middle of the night, he always gives you his cock without hesitation.
“Can we cuddle?” Your doe eyes are widened at Eren, practically begging him for a crumb of intimacy. But instead he shoves you away, causing your eyebrows to draw together in confusion.
“No. Go to bed.” He grumbles, eyes shut as he readjusts himself to the comfort of his pillow.
Letting out a sad whine, you roll over to the other side of the bed to face Jean’s much larger figure placing your hands on his chest, eyes pleading up at him and lips pouty. “Daddy he’s being mean again,”
“I know, baby.” He gently strokes the apple of your cheek, a sympathetic smile playing on his lips. “Want me to make you feel better?
You nod eagerly, a low whine coming from your chest as Jean maneuvers you on top of him with ease, allowing you to sink yourself down onto his cock with slight resistance due to lack of prep. It always hurts feeling him stretch you out like this, and you place your hands on his chest to brace yourself as he guides you up and down his length.
“My baby’s so pretty,” a sweet smile graces his features, thumb coming down to rub messy circles on your neglected clit pulling a loud cry from you.
Sex with Jean was way different from sex with Eren. Eren would make you feel good, but he was a little rough with you. Never failing to leave marks on your pretty skin and slapping you around until your face was beet red, something Jean has to constantly tell him to stop doing. Jean often let you be the one in control, giving you a chance to adjust to his size and use him to your little heart’s content.
“You gonna cum for daddy?” You aimlessly shake your head, nails digging into his broad chest as you bounce up and down on his cock, head thrown back and babbling his name. “Feels good, ‘m gonna cum,”
Your incessant moans and shaking of the bed from you bouncing on Jean’s cock cause Eren to roll his eyes, flipping over to the other side of the mattress in irritancy. “Get a fucking room.”
You sat criss-cross style on the bed that you Eren and Jean shared, thumbs flying across the buttons of your handheld game as you focused on playing your favorite video game Sonic Rivals when Eren comes up to you, virtually snatching it out of your hands and making you lose your race. Ugh, and just when you were about to beat Shadow.
“Hey! I was playing that!”
“Go wash the dishes.” He states indifferently, console held high in the air as you reached for the stars to try and get it back.
“No! I’m telling on you!” you scurry off the bed, feet pattering as you run out of the room. Luckily, Jean was just walking through the door, making you run into his embrace.
“Daddy!” There are tears in your eyes as he scoops you into his hold, burying your face in his neck.
“What is it, angel?” He asks with concern in his voice, hand rubbing small circles into the small of your back.
Eren walks out at the same time, eyes rolling at your overdramatized attitude. “Tell Daddy to stop being mean to me.”
Any time you did something to piss off Eren or break a rule, you’d run to Jean because he’d bail you out. Or times when you’d want something that he wouldn’t allow you to have you’d go to Jean because of the simple fact that he’d let you have your way. Always.
“I’m telling you, you need to let me put that little brat in her place.” his head motions towards you, arms folded. “She’s gonna keep thinking she can run over us if I don’t.”
Jean consoles you with gentle rubs to your trembling figure, glaring at the brunette in front of him. “Leave her alone Eren, you’ve got my baby scared to death.”
He lets out a scoff at Jean’s statement. “Whatever, he’s not gonna save you forever.” His words are meant specifically for you as he turns on his heels to retreat back to the kitchen.
You smirk wickedly in the crook of Jean’s neck, satisfied with getting away with another offense. It’s twisted into a faux frown as you look up at Jean, hands on his shoulders as you put on your best pouty face. “Daddy, he’s so mean.”
“I know angel, he’s not gonna bother you anymore. But you can’t keep getting yourself in trouble, okay?” you pout at his words, eyes focusing on his chest as you give him a small ‘kay.’
“Does my baby want ice cream?” his voice is promising as you immediately perk up at his words, head nodding excitedly.
Throughout the entirety of your relationship, you were always so obedient. To Jean, of course. Until now when he switches off the tv, interrupting you from the movie you were so insistent on watching.
“You’re not supposed to be watching things like that baby, you’ll have bad dreams.”
The movie you were watching was violently graphic, a chainsaw slasher film. Jean remembers the last time you watched a horror movie like that, you had terrible nightmares and couldn’t sleep for a week! He was doing what was good for you by not allowing you to watch it. But you weren’t having it, mouthing off at the man in front of in front of you with exaggerated arms and loud voices.
“Turn it back on! I was watching that!” The bucket of popcorn you were eating is long discarded, smaller figure coming up to him in a failed attempt to size him up.
“Angel, you know better than to talk back to me.” He warns with a stern voice.
It’s true, you did know better than to talk back to him, especially since he was the sole provider of the house. Sure Eren was in charge of you too, but Jean always had the final say. Whatever he said goes, which is the main reason why you always got away with your antics.
Jean wasn’t used to you acting out with him like this, and he certainly wasn’t a fan of the piss poor behavior you were showing right now. He thought he taught you better than this. He always gave you endless chances to correct your bad behavior but you just keep going and going, digging yourself an even deeper hole until your defiance finally pushes him over the edge.
“You’re being mean just like daddy!”
He was trying to maintain his patience, he really was. He doesn’t want to punish you, and he definitely didn’t want to let Eren handle you. The thing he’d hate the most is to hurt his precious baby, but with the way you’re acting now he’s given no choice but to reprimand you.
That’s how you ended up in the position you were now, both men using you to the end of your sanity with Jean roughly fucking into you while Eren fucks your throat, large hands painfully fisting your hair as he drags his cock in and out of your mouth, drool leaking from the sides as your nails grab ahold of the sheets beneath you for stability.
“Not so tough now, huh?” Eren taunts from above you, earning a unintelligible gargle and not being able to form proper words from the feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat.
Your response prompts Eren to roughly pull himself from your mouth, hand landing against the side of your face in a hard slap. “Use your fucking words.” He sneers, causing you to whimper as you let out a tiny ‘no, daddy.’
Jean winces at the sight of Eren’s hand connecting with your face, hips still moving inside of you as he watches him all but ram himself back into your throat, a smirk falling on his lips seeing tears build at the edges of your eyes. “That’s what I thought.”
The ordeal also ended up with you having to ride Eren, him requiring you to sit in his cock on your tippy toes instead of your thighs, something you weren’t used to doing.
“Ah ah,” he taps the side of your thigh not so gently. “I want you on your feet.” You whine at his insistence, eyes pleading down at him.
“But I can’t do it like that, daddy—” Eren’s hand roughly grabs your sore throat, yanking you down to his level as he stares you down with intense eyes.
“If I have to say it again I’m gonna fuck you up.” his voice is dangerous as tears well in your eyes, planting your hands on his chest as you position yourself onto the tips of your feet, thighs burning and calves already cramping as you ride him the correct way.
It continued on like that for you don’t know how long, switching from position after position with Jean’s cock stuffing your throat and Eren’s cock filling your ass, not sparing you an ounce of mercy by deciding not to use lube as he agonizingly pounds into you.
“You’re doing so good, angel” Jean coos to you, thumb lovingly stroking your cheek as your pain laced moans vibrate around his length, resonating into the air when Eren forcefully yanks you up by the hair with puffy tear-stained eyes and a drool coated chin.
“Don’t call her that, she’s not an angel and she knows it.” his voice is hot and breathy against your ear, thumbs painfully pinching your nipples. “Isn’t that right, slut?” You manage a nod, Eren releasing your hair as he pushes you back down to the base of Jean’s cock.
Soon you found yourself underneath Eren, him pounding into you with Jean at your side, caressing your face with encouraging words accompanied by gentle praises and soft kisses to your puffy lips.
“You look so pretty taking Eren’s cock like that, angel” he lays another sweet kiss to your lips, you being almost unable to match his pace with Eren’s hips snapping against yours, fading in and out of consciousness as you look up to Jean for sanctuary.
You whine against his lips, eyes practically begging. “Daddy, m-make him stop. I w-won’t do it again, I promise.”
Jean was in a bind. He never wanted to do this, but he couldn’t keep allowing you to be so disobedient forever. This was a long time coming.
“Angel you know I can’t do that.” He massages your bottom lip with a gentle stroke of his thumb. “Take it like a good girl, okay? It’s almost over.”
You sniffle, tears running along the bridge of your nose and onto the sheets. “You’re s-so mean, I hate you!”
Your response earned another hard smack across the face from Eren, the impact stinging and leaving a deep red handprint as you hold the place where he hit you, fear in your eyes as he stares you down.
“What did you say to him?” He sneers down at you, big hands hooked around the back of your thighs to fold you in half. “Apologize, or I’m gonna fuck you till you pass out.”
His threats scare you, and you’re quick to mutter out apologies to Jean as he fucks you harder into the mattress. “I’m sorry daddy, so sorry, s-so sorry!”
“It’s okay, angel. I forgive you.” His words somehow manage to make you cry harder as your nth orgasm is spurred on you, your slick gushing out of you as your eyes roll back as you feel the tip of Eren’s cock hit your cervix.
Your body felt almost lifeless as Jean’s tall form was situated behind you, his soft lips leaving tender kisses on your neck and jaw with his legs keeping yours spread open for Eren to spank your pussy.
The impact of his hand on your cunt caused you to jolt in Jean’s hold with each torturous blow, your slick coating his palm from how wet you were. He hits you again, and again, and again. Until you’re squirming and begging him to stop.
“Ow!— Daddy, he’s hurting me,” your doe eyes are pleading up at Jean’s brown ones, wincing when you feel Eren’s hand come into contact with your cunt again.
“Awww, cryin’ for daddy?” He coos, faux sympathy in his voice as his head tilts to the side. “He’s not gonna save you this time, angel.” he says mockingly.
“Go ahead. Cry some more, little crybaby.” He hits your raw cunt again, pulling a series of cries from you when you feel him hit your clit.
“Oww! Daddy, please!” you beg to Jean, Eren’s taunts never ceasing as he continues to land blow after blow to your throbbing pussy. “You hear that, Jean? She’s crying for you, help her.” he taunts, earning another jolt from you when he hits you again.
Jean has half a mind to tell Eren to stop, he almost can’t take seeing you cry like this. He feels horrible right now, his pretty baby squirming in his lap as he rolls your hardened nipples between his thumbs in an attempt to relieve some of the pain. “Angel, you’re doing so good, okay?”
“What’s the matter? I thought you liked having your pretty pussy spanked.” Eren doesn’t care, he’s on a power trip right now. He’s been waiting to bring you to your knees for some time now, and with Jean giving him the green light he has leeway to do whatever he wants to you.
And you? You’re on the receiving end of it all, nearly passing out in Jean’s arms until you feel his blows come to a halt, sagging against him. Eren’s entire hand is covered in your arousal, eyebrow quirking before he smears it across your face and lips.
“Nasty. Clean it the fuck up.” His fingers push past your swollen lips as you take them into your mouth, lazily sucking and swirling your tongue around his digits until his digits are licked clean, eyes lidded and hazy.
Jean held you close to him as your body jerked, pinning you down on top of him as Eren held the pink vibrator to your clit pulling what’s probably your fourth orgasm from you just from the toy.
“Daddy, daddy please! It hurts now!” You cry, tears falling down your pretty cheeks in a stream with the infernal toy still buzzing away at your sensitive bud as Jean gestures to Eren to turn it off, forcing an eye roll from the brunette.
A series of shaky breaths come from you as you’re calmed down by Jean’s cool palm rubbing up and down your bare spine, sinking into his chest feeling like it’s finally over.
“She’s wet enough. I can put it in now.” Eren’s voice comes from behind you, Jean nodding in confirmation as he lays kisses on your sweat slicked forehead.
You hiss from the feeling of a cool metal rubbing along the slickness of your pussy before it prods at your other entrance, almost painfully sinking into your ass as you let out a tiny whine.
“We’re almost done, baby. You did so good.” Jean praises from above you, and your weak smile fades as you feel another cock pressing at your hole, fear instantly coursing through your veins. Yeah, your ass was as good as grass.
Jean’s grip on you immediately tightens when he notices your skepticism, large hand pinning your head to his chest as you squirm in his grip. “Wait, daddy! I learned my lesson, okay? ’s gonna hurt!—”
Are all the words you manage to get out before you feel Eren’s cock pushing inside you along with Jean’s, your mouth slacked wide and cries ear splitting from the pain of both men inside you. Your nails dig into his skin feeling Eren slowly push himself in inch by inch, drool leaking onto Jean’s chest.
It was already an issue taking either one of their cocks, and you felt full beyond comprehension with Eren’s stuffing you at the same time as Jean.
“I hate you both! So much! So, so much!” Jean’s hand strokes your hair lovingly while Eren bottoms out inside you, lips trailing kisses up your spine until they reach your neck, breath warm against the skin there.
“I’m all the way in now. It wasn’t so bad, was it?” He slightly teases, earning a glare from Jean as he places his hands against your hips, both beginning thrust up into your tight cunt.
You’re borderline delirious when you feel yourself adjust to both their sizes, stretching you out in an imbalance of pain and pleasure. The plug inside of you was beginning to slip out, your reflexes spasming while you babble their names in incoherent cries.
Eren’s thumb flies down to the jeweled plug that’s begging to slip out, pushing it back inside of you with his voice low in your ear. “Keep that plug in, or else we’re gonna start all over.”
His words prompt you to clench around the metal and essentially both their cocks with a weak whimper, earning a groan from the brown haired males with their release close behind yours. “Go ahead and cum for us baby, you’re almost finished.” That’s Jean’s voice above you, spurring you on as his death grip holds you in place.
They move in tandem and sliding against one another inside of you as your body convulses, pussy fluttering around them with your eyes retreating to the back of your skull as you wet both their cocks along with Eren’s pelvis.
Eren lets out a pleased scoff, smirking in the skin of your neck. “You squirted? That’s so cute, baby” the sudden nickname gives you butterflies in your tummy, feeling both men fill you up to the brim with both their cum as the last bits of your consciousness begins to slip away from you.
The next thing you felt was Eren pulling out of you with a weak whine, cum spilling out of you and onto Jean as he scoops your limp form into his hold feeling yourself being carried away.
When you wake up you’re sandwiched between both men. You feel clean now, and the soft stroking of Jean’s thumb on your marked cheek makes you realize you’re sore all over as you let out a weak whimper.
“Daddy, it hurts down there” your whine with your eyebrows are drawn together in pain.
He hums knowingly, lips coming down to chastely peck yours. “That’s why you have to stop acting out, baby. I don’t like hurting you.”
“I know! I’m sorry!” you rush out apologies, fists clenching at his fresh t shirt. “I won’t do it again,” you mutter.
“I’m not the only one you should be apologizing to, angel” he says sternly, referring to the person behind you causing you to let out a small whine as you turn around to face Eren.
It almost takes everything in you to apologize but you do it anyways for Jean’s sake, forcing a pout on your lips at the brunette resting beside you. “I’m sorry, daddy. Even though you’re really mean to me sometimes,”
You yelp feeling Eren yank you towards him by the wrist, his arm coming down to your waist locking you in his hold. You’re confused at first, but you figure this must be his form of showing you intimacy, albeit weird. You pepper kisses to his chin and lips, arms wrapped around his neck as he pulls you flush with him.
“Whatever,” he says in fake nonchalance, internally beaming at your submission. “Just stop being so damn bad all the time.” Jean’s figure is flush behind yours at the same time, caging you between the both of them as his arms wrap around your tummy.
“Okay, daddy.” You promise with one last peck to his lips. “I will.”
Your promises are empty, your bad behavior was something that just couldn’t be fixed, no matter how many punishments or orgasms were spurred on you. You’d be good for the time being. But let’s be honest, you’re not a good girl. And you never will be.
mean dom eren making y/n play her nintendo while he fucks her from behind cause she’s been so needy all day
JESUS 😩
cw: ddy kink, eren being fucking mean, he doesn’t let you cum 😬
Nag. Nag. Fucking nag. Eren was sick of it, hearing that whiny little voice calling for him and those big pathetic doe eyes widened at him with you tugging on his arm for his attention, prompting an annoyed grunt from him. What could you possibly want this time?
“Daddy, play with me.” He takes note of the handheld game in your hand, but something’s telling him that’s not the kind of game you wanna play, feeling the way you rock your hips silently on top of him to get him to take the hint.
Somewhere in between playing smash bros you began thinking about Eren’s dick, how good it would feel if he was inside you right now filling you with his cock hitting that spot he always does— and now you’ve got a little mess on your hands.
You were soaking through your panties, he could see it— feel it, staining the fabric of his gray sweats leaving behind a wet patch with your puffy pussy visible to him. “I’m horny…” you trail off. It’s barely above a whisper, but Eren hears you just fine.
You’ve gotta be kidding. He just fucked you three hours and now you’re back begging for more? Always such a cockthirsty fucking slut.
He feigns nonchalance, making you fall with a light push of your chest and landing next to him. “Get off, you’re making a fucking mess.”
A dejected pout forms on your lips, giving him the same look as before from his foul attitude. “Why are you being so mean to me?” There you go again, that whiny fucking voice. He couldn’t stand it.
Fine, you wanna play? He’s got another game for you.
The screen of your Nintendo is brightly lit in front of your face, shaking and jolting about while Eren pounds into you from behind as you stumble on your words. “Da– daddy, slow down—”
“Shut the fuck up.” It comes out mean, icy as he focuses on thrusting into you harder. It’s what you deserved, you’re too fucking bratty for your own good. “All you do is talk, always fuckin’ nagging.”
“B-But— ah— I’ve b-been good today, daddy–”
That was a fact. You were good, doing everything Eren asked of you which was shy of your typical bratty nature, actually leaving him be which meant staying out of his sight. But he doesn’t seem to think so, roughly fisting his calloused fingers through your strands and giving it a harsh tug as he dangerously whispers in your ear. “No, you haven’t. Stop being a little fucking liar.”
His words make you whine as much as they bring tears to the pits of your eyes, rolling quickly down your cheeks as he slips in and out of your wet cunt. “You’re so mean, m’t-telling on you,” you sniffle.
An unimpressed scoff makes its way out of his lips, making you shiver as his warm breath fans your ear, leaning in to lay a wet, messy kiss to your neck and jaw before coming up again. “To who? Jean isn’t here to save you, angel.” Your toes curl inwards against the soft sheets as you allow him to fuck you harder, deeper while you direct your attention to the game in front of you with you greedily pushing your ass against his pelvis at the sweet feeling of him filling you up.
“That’s it, focus on your game so I can fuck this little cunt stupid.” His grip shifts from your hair to your hip where his other hand rests, applying pressure with his thumbs into the small of your back as he pulls you further onto him, cries and whimpers growing louder when he starts to rut into you with even more force than before. “If you die, I’m not letting you cum.” He grunts lowly, your tight cunt milking him as he gets closer to his own high.
You’re moaning like a slut around his cock, mindlessly fucking yourself back onto him from how good he makes you feel as your pussy coats his length in your cream allowing him to easily fuck in and out of you. “Fuck, daddy, fuck—”
You try to focus as hard as you can, but with Eren’s hips snapping into you with a force you never knew he could muster, his long thick cock rubbing against your sweet spot repeatedly you can’t help but fumble the small console in your trembling hands. It drops face up on the bed as you reach your high, but also consequently making you lose the game.
“Gonna cum daddy,” babbles fall from your lips as you nail the sheets beneath your fingers tightly before feeling Eren quickly pull out with a wet squelch, grunting loudly as he watches himself paint your ass cheeks with his cum, mockingly smearing it around at your defeat when he finally comes down.
He sighs as he pulls back, stepping down from the tall bed to go shower as you spin around with a dissatisfied look on your face, the sound effects of the video game playing in the background signifying your loss. Whomp whomp whomp. “But… I didn’t get to cum. And you didn’t do it inside me..”
“I know you didn’t,” Eren states without issue. “Told you if you lost I wouldn’t let you.”
The fabric of the blanket is bunched between your fingers still trying to convince him to let you have your way. “But I’m still horny, daddy.” You cry, eliciting a shrug from Eren who doesn’t seem to care in the least bit.
“Too bad, maybe if you weren’t such a cock hungry slut you would’ve won.” He states before turning on his heels and disappearing from the bedroom leaving you with that aching feeling still blooming in your core.
It isn’t until you’re both laying in bed the same night, the glow of the moon bouncing off of Eren’s skin with his arm wrapped tightly around your waist to keep your warm body flush with his. And it doesn’t take long for you to start temptingly pushing your ass out against his dick that was starting to form a tent in his shorts at your movements.
“What’re you doin’? Stop.” You didn’t try to, you just couldn’t wait! And with Jean working extra long shift hours there was no way you were gonna string yourself out that long without some cock.
Putting on your best voice, you alternate your grinding from side to side to up and down motions, bringing his hand to the soaked spot on your panties. “M’so wet, need you to take care of me daddy.”
Fuck it, he wasn’t really sleeping anyways, and you’ve already got him hard as a rock through his boxers. Letting out an annoyed grumble he sits up until he’s towering over you, making your cunt throb when he tugs his shirt over his head to reveal his toned abs and begins to hook his hand past his waistband to tug his shorts down. “You better cum before I do cause I swear to god I’m not fucking you for the rest of the night after this, I’m not fucking playing.”
“Kay, daddy.” You nod contentedly, spreading your legs as wide as they can go so he can sink his fat cock in your pussy, letting out a pleased sigh feeling his tip touch your cervix before he starts to fuck you at a rough pace. There’s no way you ever really lose.
You, Satoru and Suguru attended Jujutsu high together, and you quickly became the best of friends. Now, after the last year of college you share Satoru's penthouse - you just can't handle the way you feel for them, it's anything but friendship and made worse every moment in this proximity. You don't want to ruin the friendship with your own feelings, so you bring up moving out, shocking them. after a particularly tough mission. Satoru and Suguru sure the fuck are not ever going to let you go - you're all theirs, they just have to show you.
pairings- Sorcerers Satoru x Suguru x Reader
warnings- canon jjk world, childhood friends to lovers, emotional in places, light angst, mutual pining, drinking involved, mmf threesome, dirty talk, oral (m and f receiving) fingering, kissing, p in v sex, creampies, fucking their cum back inside you because you deserve it! they're obsessed with you <3
this was a commission for satosugu and a sorcerer reader - i hope you all enjoy ittt ah I got a little emotional <3 wc -6.7k
art creds here!!
Your curse technique is flowers.
Yep, it's flowers.
Not something cool like how your best friend Suguru Geto could literally swallow and summon curses, not even close to half of what Satoru Gojo's red and blue could do. Not even something cool like Shoko's reverse curse technique that can heal your friends – nah, when you fought, it was with fucking flowers.
When you were young in Jujutsu high school and first met Satoru and Suguru, they couldn't help but joke a bit on it, but once they realized you're more than capable of handling a curse and handling yourself, they backed off. The first few months of being a first year with them were the only extent of their teasing, no – soon you all became the best friends.
Such good friends you three share a penthouse, Shoko did for a bit too until she moved out with her new girlfriend. Leaving just you and the two boys. But it worked fine – most of the time.
Not when you had to see Suguru doing push-ups shirtless, sweaty and wiping himself with a cloth, smiling at you. Not when after a shower Satoru would walk around with a towel only on his hips, skin damp and dewy from the water, a little tinge of pink on his pale skin.
When he'd just walk up to you like it's nothing and you could see the bulge behind the soft terry cloth. Acting all normal when your tummy was clenched, thighs pressed together. Satoru and Suguru never treated you differently than they did each other, goofing around one moment, then fighting next to you, but they were just a little more protective.
During fights they both shielded you a bit too much, Satoru had no problem picking you up and carrying you away, Suguru would sling you over his shoulder and put you to safety even when you protested. The way they cared and loved their friends was deep and pure.
However you wish it was more.
How toxic of you to want more than friendship with them, when the friendship is beautiful. They're beautiful and you love them in your life, so what should you do when you're touching your pussy at night imagining your best friends – two of the strongest sorcerers in the world?
“Guys,” they both looked at you as the three of you were getting home from a mission and you're stuck between them in the car. “I think maybe… I should move.”
“What!?” Satoru lowers his sunglasses, raising a brow at you.
“Why?” Suguru's question is a little softer, but still there, the two of them staring like you've lost it.
“Well you two are so close, and Shoko is gone now, it's kinda um…” you can't find the words, hands clenched into fists at your sides.
“Is this because I saved your cute little ass today?” You scoff at Satoru who is grinning, tilting your chin up. “I don't mind at all, sweets. Your flowers are always the cutest!”
“Satoru god,” his best friend grumbles, studying you carefully. “Ignore him, you know he's an idiot.”
“I am not!?”
“Why do you want to move?” Suguru asks again, a little softer, the way his amethyst eyes hit you with the sun pooling in from the window is too much to handle.
You can't stay friends when you've hopelessly fallen for them.
“Like I said you all are so close-”
“We all are,” Suguru brushes a lock of your hair back, messy from the battle, sighing as he studies your face. “Satoru and I don't want you to leave.”
Those words hit hard, the way you think of it however is not how they likely see it, all of you are close from high school – Nanami, Shoko, Haibara, Utahime and you three get together at least once a month even now that you all are in your twenties. Yet they all are moving on, dating other people, having a life, and you’re stuck watching boys you love act like you’re ‘one of the guys’.
It seems a cruel joke really, to love them and not be able to say the words, there was no hope of any life outside of this if you didn’t get some distance.
“For now, sure but what about when you all get girlfriends?” They blink at that, looking at each other. “How awkward would that be? Satoru will probably blow a hollow purple into the wall or something when he gets to crack.”
“Rude!” You giggle and turn your head to look at your best friend, his eyes swirling and peeking over those shades. “Ya think I'm a virgin?”
“I didn't say that,” you heat up a bit now, the inevitable truth coming to the surface as you stare into them. You'd be so fucking jealous if you knew anyone got either of them, got their cocks inside and cum spurted in their cunts.
There, the truth.
Petty and awful, even seeing girls all over them two hurt, you felt this possessive need to hold their hands, to slip your arms in theirs, to kiss their cheeks in public, you were a physical girl who loved affection with all friends, but you know it wasn’t just that. Yet they weren't yours were they? Best friends sure, but you don't feel like that at all anymore. Even them going on dates fucking hurt.
“He’s a virgin,” Suguru chimes in, Satoru scoffs now.
“Well aren’t we all!? I mean,” he looks at you now, eyes narrowing. “You’re a virgin, righttt?”
“Shush…” You’re blushing now, looking at Suguru curiously. “Sugu isn’t one, I don’t think.”
“A gentleman doesn’t reveal his secrets.”
“Yeah, yeah,” you see his quiet little smile, then it turns into a frown when he looks at his phone, the same time yours goes off. “Ah, they wanna meet up tonight.”
“Maybe you’ll come to your senses,” Suguru taps your nose as the car stops in front of your place. “Take a nap and change your mind.”
You’re not going to change your mind, not when they playfully take turns carrying you up to the elevator and act like any of this is normal. You just can't keep feeling this way, in the shower and flushed with the hot water pounding over your skin, your mind lost as you think of how hard it will be to leave them.
What day did it all shift?
*****
Three years ago - age nineteen
“Satoru!” You use your technique to make Satoru a path, and sure enough he frolics through the flower patterns, laughing as he runs over to destroy the spirits, your abilities are mostly shielding the two of them, making the three of you perfect in your team together.
That’s not to say you can’t fight too, vines wrapping one of the curses who comes to you as you focus on protecting Satoru, Suguru is a floor up in the abandoned building. The curse explodes once you apply the pressure of those thorny vines, littered with black roses, one of your new techniques Suguru has been helping you practice with.
You all were three of the strongest there were, but Satoru excelled in ways it was hard to keep up with, he could go on missions utterly alone but you and Suguru never really let him. He already had far too much pressure as the Gojo heir and was constantly sent off everywhere, you two wouldn’t let him bear all of that alone.
Plus, a lot of times Satoru did need help, learning new abilities looked easy for him, but you know the toll it took when you’d let him nap in your lap on the way home, or help him clean up and see the wounds actively knitting themself together. Just because he was the strongest, didn’t mean he needed any less care.
You’re a little lost in thought when suddenly Suguru falls through the damn upper floor, rushing after another curse with his own in tow, you blink rapidly, the sound of the crumbling building and seeing your friends distracts you. They’re so strong and you feel your technique, though helpful is no match, you focus more on supporting Suguru when the wind gets knocked out of you.
“Shit,” you’re thrown through a wall into the next room, wincing as the nasty curse comes at you, you summon your new roses but they fail, you are still learning that ability so nothing comes out. “Shit, shit shit.”
The nasty thing charges at you when you get to your feet, bracing for impact and upping your defenses, eyes shut as if on instinct, these are way stronger than the mission led you all to believe. You worry about Satoru and Suguru but then you know they’ll be okay, they’re stronger than this level – however, the impact you expect never comes.
Instead, you're knocked sideways, landing against a hard chest with two strong arms wrapping around you and pinning you in place, crashing down to the ground on a hard body while the other is pressing behind you, the heavy weight taking you over. One is just a little more slender, the one behind you, smelling faintly of expensive cologne and mints.
Satoru.
The other is broader, a little warmer that you’re laying on, you can smell those hints of sandalwood and faint traces of cigarette smoke, his heart thudding underneath your breasts as they’re pressed against his chest, face buried against your neck.
Suguru.
In a motion so quick you didn’t even get a chance to comprehend, Suguru rushed and grabbed you, Satoru came to shield you both with his back, disintegrating the curse that had attacked you. His own heart races, breaths coming in faster as he’s pressed against you, his jaw set frightening, eyes glacial when he looks back to see the last remnants of the curse disintegrating.
For a moment, there's only the sound of the three of you breathing heavily, the shattered roof of the building so destroyed sunlight is filtering in with the dust and the fallen plaster. You're trembling violently, not just from the fear – you wish it was only that, but moreso from the overwhelming sensation of being pressed between the both of them.
You're tucked completely against Suguru's chest, while Satoru’s strong, muscular arms form a protective cage around you, and even worse – you’re damn near straddling Suguru’s lap, feeling his cock press up embarrassingly between your puffy lips and dripping cunt. Yeah, you were fucking dripping on your best friend, while your other’s huge ass hands almost make you whimper.
Shit, shit, shit.
Then they pull back just enough to see you, Satoru tilting your chin to face him as he still presses his weight over your body, his eyes so blue they hurt to look at, blindfold shoved down so his hair can fall softly over his face. You know he’s beautiful – they both are – but in that moment it was hard to keep your composure, looking into his eyes and knowing it was over.
You’re in love with them, aren’t you?
"Hey, hey, look at me," Satoru's voice is uncharacteristically serious for once, not the lilting, the drawn out words, his teasing. His thumb gently stroked your cheek, easing off you just a bit, but you can feel his heart thudding against your back. “You okay, sweetheart? Did it touch you?"
"I... I don't think so," you manage to stammer out, your voice shaky, still so intimately pressed between the two men frantic over you.
Suguru's hand is on your other cheek, turning your attention to the man below you, his touch impossibly gentle compared to the power he'd just wielded, you feel how careful they are with you in that moment, despite their innate strength. It was heady and addictive, having them save you.
You thought you were independent and maybe you are, but how can you not love being between them like this?
Suguru’s long fingers brush a stray piece of hair from your face, his thumb swiping across your cheek, you wince when you realize you have a little bruise forming there. His amethyst eyes were dark, full of concern, and for a moment you wonder if it’s more than a friendly one, the way you feel his bulge nudging you, the way you feel Satoru hard against your back.
Must just be… instinct, reactions.
"Are you hurt anywhere, love?" Suguru didn’t have to do that – call you love, when you’re already wet, fucked up and confused.
“I’m um… all right, promise,” Satoru leans in closer, his forehead against your cheek, his heart aching when he thinks of losing you. He tries to usually keep his composure, but how the fuck can he?
"Don't ever scare us like that again," he murmurs, the tone of it so intense your thighs clench, making Suguru suck in a breath, your eyes lock on Satoru’s as you swallow and nod, tears filling your eyes. “Please, fuck don’t do that.”
“I didn’t mean to, I was so worried for you all…” Suguru's thumb brushes a little smudge of dirt from the corner of your mouth, making you look back down at him, tears falling from your eyes onto his chest.
"We've got you, always, all right? We won’t let something hurt you," his words rush through you, when he leans up and pecks your forehead, and Satoru kisses your cheek. “Come on, let’s get you home.”
*****
That was the day that a crush turned into more – turned into an almost obsessive love you have for both men, that’s only grown over the past three years. You know they love each other and love their friends, sometimes you wonder if you overthought that moment, if it was just ‘friendly love’. It replays over and over in your mind on repeat.
“Ya ready to have fun tonight, sweets?” Satoru asks when you walk out, before pausing, his mouth wide open. “Fuck…”
“What’s wrong?” You tilt your head a bit curiously, he’s blushing across the bridge of his straight nose, dusting across his high cheekbones. Satoru looks every bit a strong man, chiseled features that got rid of some of the cute, boyish face you remember, but just now he does look more like the boy you met in high school.
Nostalgia hits hard, his blue gaze drifting across you, suddenly making you just a bit nervous. “You’re uh… the dress um… it’s…”
“Pretty-”
“You’re gonna freeze to death,” as if snapping out of it he fucking shouts at you, leaving you to blink in confusion.
“What?” Suguru comes into the living room, buttoning his dress shirt at the elbow to show a devastatingly attractive amount of forearm when he sees his friend shouting, and his own gaze hits your low cut dress. He swallows and a blush runs across his cheeks too.
“You are going to freeze!”
“Can you two calm down?” You tug at the dress now, it hits about mid thigh, the two sorcerers gaze darts to the action, making you press them together just a bit, like you could feel it. “I like this dress thank you.”
“It’s hot, okay just…” Suguru blushes more, rubbing the back of his neck, looking down as Satoru grabs his jacket and throws it over your shoulders.
“You’ll get cold,” Satoru says again, you look up at him all confused with your lips parted – you painted them this pretty red that he wants to kiss off.
That leads to more filthy thoughts – kissing it off, smearing it on his cock, having you drool as he fucks you from the back. He can’t stop the thoughts when he tugs you closer with the jacket around your frame, it swallows you completely, just what he needs to focus.
Plus he doesn’t want anyone seeing you like this, just him and Suguru, aren’t you theirs? Now you’re trying to leave and he could hardly tell you to stay, to not go, the words forming like a lump stuck in his throat. Suguru wasn’t any better, just staring at you like he’s dying to eat you.
Well, Suguru was dying to eat you.
He’d love to lap every bit of your juices up, drink them and slurp them down his throat, especially with that slutty excuse for a dress. Thank god Satoru covered you up, because he physically couldn’t handle that, all this time keeping his composure, and for what? For you to leave them?
The two most important people to Suguru were you and Satoru, but their obsession with you really eclipses even their insanely close friendship, the two of them both have resigned themselves to their fate long ago. Loving you, being there for you, in whatever capacity you needed, not pushing it or showing their real thoughts.
That they jerk off to you in their beds, talking about all the ways they’ll fuck you, cum in you, lick you clean.
Imagine if you knew.
Maybe, you wouldn’t leave, if Suguru and Satoru could just say the words, rather than stammer and blush, covering your too pretty body up. You huff and just go along with it, stomping off to the elevator so you can get to the limo that’s waiting, leaving Satoru and Suguru to grab their own jackets, the penthouse suddenly quiet – too quiet. Is this how it would be without you?
“I can’t let her leave,” Satoru says then, looking at Suguru levelly. “Scratch that, she won’t fucking leave.”
“I know,” if it were any other time or any other person Suguru would tell Satoru he’s insane, possessive, a little psychotic – but it’s you. “You think I’ll let her just leave either?”
“Why does she even want to? I don’t understand, I thought she was happy here,” he brushes his hair back as they head toward the elevator.
“She brought up dating, you think she wants to date?”
“I dunno, maybe,” Satoru pouts as he pushes the buttons of the elevator. “I can’t stand the thought of her with anyone.”
“Then maybe we should… tell her?”
“Yeah?” Satoru sighs nervously. “I don’t know how to, how do you say – we've been obsessively in love with you since age fifteen?”
“Maybe like that?” Suguru snorts and Satoru sighs.
“I’ll need a hell of a drink then.”
*****
The night is fun with your old friends, throwing back shots with Shoko and Hime, as all the boys catch up. Nanami Kento looking yummy in a suit, Haibara all adorable as ever, you see the four of them shooting pool and laughing, and it almost feels like how it was back then, when you all were young. Maybe a bit less jaded, more innocent, a time you all sort of think back on.
Satoru and Suguru were such a part of your life you can’t imagine ever leaving them, but in a way that holds you back for any sort of future, when Satoru and Suguru eclipse anyone else for you. Like their own brand of a lunar eclipse, the brightness and darkness cascading until there’s nothing else you can even see.
The liquor traces a warm, burning path down your throat as you peer over at them, the scene is a perfect snapshot of the past. Nanami, looking unfairly composed and handsome in his suit, lining up a shot with that precision, his brows lowering just a bit. Haibara, always so happy, has an arm draped over Satoru’s shoulders, whispering something that makes Satoru's shoulders shake with laughter.
God, when Satoru laughs it brightens up a room, there was a time he did anything but laugh, but it’s beautiful to see him like this.
You know it’s going to tear you apart to leave, but you’d rather have them in your life than not at all, and with every moment you’re looking too much into everything – the looks they give you, Suguru leaning back against a wall as him and Shoko have a smoke, eyes on you. Satoru tosses a dart with his damn blindfold on, before lifting it and smiling at you.
Utahime gets pissy and fights with Satoru so she tries to throw a drink, only for him to have his infinity, and she’s chasing him as he’s laughing.
He never puts it up with you, does he? The thoughts of that could mean too fucking much, that Satoru never has it up when he’s home with you all, that he trusts you both so much, feels so comfy. You love that he feels comfy, but also you wish you could really touch him, like you wanted, just as badly as you want to touch Suguru, the thoughts make you heat up, liquor making it worse.
How can you deal with all this tonight? Deal with Satoru behind you, positioning the poolstick, his lips pressed against the shell of your ear. Handle Suguru’s big hand on your waist as he helps you line up with the dartboard, or when the two of them sit on either side of you like they always do, laughing and constantly having a hand somewhere.
Your leg, your shoulder, your back.
You can’t keep going like this –yeah, they’re touchy feely, so are you, but now it means more, it is more.
The night comes to a close, and you begin to say your goodbyes, you almost feel even more upset – would you have to move far away? Would you have to back off all your friendships because you’re so greedy, loving them both? It’s hard to focus, even as Shoko comes up to you, hugging you tightly.
“Good night Shoko, I miss you,” she kisses your cheek, then Utahime comes to kiss your other. “Night Hime!”
“Good night, love,” they both say good bye to Satoru and Suguru, as Nanami and Haibara come to hug you.
“Good night guys!”
“Don’t be a stranger,” Nanami says with a smile, patting your head, you giggle a bit. You may have had a bit of a crush on Nanami Kento when you were younger.
Satoru and Suguru knew about it, and they used to tease you, but they do not like the way you blush even under the dark lights of the club. They both curiously look at each other, then back at you giggling all cutely – you clearly don’t realize that you’re actually their girlfriend.
“Of course not, we should get to-”
“Home, should get to goin’ home, riiight?” Satoru lilts out his words, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, you blush furiously now, god does he always have to smell so good?
You’re trying not to think that way – try so hard every day to act like you could be in any way normal about Satoru and Suguru. Living with them lately has been so difficult, especially ovulating, no amount of battles, curses or being stupidly busy can exhaust you enough from feeling that clench in your stomach, the pulse of your cunt in their damn proximity.
Now with the alcohol that you all rarely have, his touch feels even better, why does he have to smell so good? Why does Suguru have to smell so good!? You’re damn near salivating when they walk you out, Suguru playfully picking you up, you’re hugging his neck and laughing just a bit as he runs you right out of there towards the limo Satoru has waiting.
There were perks to being rich, and Satoru loved to never drive, it was either you, Suguru or his driver Kiyo. You’re not sure why, but he absolutely hated to, maybe his six eyes made it too much?
Or maybe he just likes to relax a bit in the rare times he can.
You’re between the two of them like usual, the two man spreaders – Satoru is the worst offender truly – love to just smush you, they think it’s cute when you start huffing and pouting. “We have a whole limo!”
“But sugar we love to snuggle,” Satoru says, batting his cute lashes at you, for once no blindfold or sunglasses on his face, the rare times you get to see his baby blues without a barrier.
You three are absolutely tipsy, Satoru can’t handle alcohol at all so just one little fruity drink has him nuzzling your neck, you feel overheated from it, Suguru right on the other side of you, his thigh pressed against yours, hand on your knee casually as he peeks through his phone. You’re used to this, how touchy feely your two roommates and best friends are.
But tonight it feels a little different.
After a really tough mission you all clearly needed to relax, and tonight with your friends was so much fun, getting your minds off everything that’s so wrong in the world and just enjoying childhood friends. Yet Satoru’s lips feel too good, he starts hugging you around your waist, mumbling your name, you look at Suguru who smiles a bit at you in the dark of the backseat.
“Satoru get off her,” he playfully presses a kiss on your neck and Suguru tenses just a bit next to you, when he sees your nipples press up in that dress you’ve got on. “You’re pawing at her.”
“She smells sweet, hmm,” Satoru kisses your neck again, the three of you are all tipsy, but you’ve been tipsy, for some reason this is ruining your psyche. “Tastes so sweet, Sugu, does she taste sweet to you?”
“Satoru, did you lick me!?” He grins against your neck, tongue lapping at the curve of your neck again, Suguru snorts.
“What sweetheart, do I make you nervous?”
“Psh, no,” your heart is hammering in your chest when Suguru leans over, his eyes just a little dazed from a couple drinks, nose against your neck, inhaling, that’s when your pulse jumps, the two men on either side of you, so close, you feel their warmth slipping in. “Sugu… you’re drunk too?”
Not really at all, he’s had like one glass of whiskey. Suguru just wants to kiss your neck, tantalizing him every day since he met you as a first year at Jujutsu high, and fuck if it’s gotten worse – the crush Satoru and Suguru have on you. The way they dream of just sharing you, you don’t know because they don’t say it, scared to lose you in their lives.
But if Satoru is going to give in for the night, Suguru is too, kissing you right behind the ear and moaning softly, his hand slipping up your thigh. He’s throbbing just tasting a hint of your skin, all those years of pecking you on the cheek or the head was nothing like this, like goosebumps rising on your neck, the heat near his fingertips.
Satoru brushes your hair back, tilting your chin up, his eyes this beautiful, eerie blue in the night, his cheeks flushed from his drink. “Wonder what her lips taste like, Sugu.”
“Mmm, bet they’re sweet, like all of her,” fuck, fuck, fuck.
You’re soaking wet and trapped between your best friends.
“You two are wasted,” but you fucking whine out. Satoru uses that to kiss your lips, making you suck in a breath, pulling back to look up at him, your lips glossy. “Toru…”
“I've wanted to do this forever, god since I met you,” his soft lips press yours again. Heady, taking you over, tongue darting along the seam of your lips, before pressing back down your neck. “Mmm, you are sweet.”
“This is… you…” your head is falling back for more of them, their breaths and nearness overheating you utterly. Your hands gripping each of their thighs over their jeans, nails pressing into the material. “Mmm.”
“The sounds you make,” Suguru whispers that soft sentence in your ears, before tilting your chin towards him and kissing your lips, his slower and more deliberate, just a little less messy than Satoru. “God…”
You lose yourself in their touch, their proximity, Satoru's lips are back on yours, more demanding this time, his tongue sweeping into your mouth with bolder strokes, the heat of his mouth and movements of his tongue making you tremble. It was impossible to act normal, not when he cups your face like that. Suguru's tongue laps up the curve of your neck, teeth sharp when they press into your skin, earning your sharp gasp against Gojo's mouth.
“You're so pretty,” you giggle at Satoru, his lips glossy.
“You're drunk.”
“You've always been pretty,” one of his hands slips across your tummy, fingers spraying it and palm pressing in. “Suguru will tell you.”
You peer over, teeth sinking into your lower lip, seeing Suguru’s eyes lidded. “Always.”
You kiss Suguru again, leaving Satoru's tongue trailing across the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “Mmm, should we stop?”
“If you want to we will,” Sugruru whispers, teeth nipping your lip as his hand pauses on your thigh. “If you want us though?”
“We will give you anything you want,” Satoru's words are breathy caresses. “We’ve waited so long for you, we can wait however long you want.”
“Waited for me?” You look at both men now, all three of you flushed and all flustered, both of their hands tentatively paused, waiting for your decision. “What do you mean?”
“You think we haven’t always wanted you, princess?” Your body heats up at Suguru’s soft little growl of a confession, thumb running circles on your inner thigh. “You think we’re not hopelessly in love with you?”
“In… in love?” You shake your head, tears forming of desire, emotions running rampant in your mind with every breath. “Sugu I know you ‘love me’ but you can’t say things like that.”
“They’re true,” Satoru cups your face, his eyes glazed over. “Yeah, I had a cocktail, yeah, Imma lightweight, don’t you laugh, I’ll spank you.”
“Toru!” You can’t stop your giggle, he swallows nervously, shaking his head now.
“I’m serious, we both have been in love, fuck since you used your cute little flower technique. Why do you think we picked on you? You were so fucking cute, and we didn’t know how to…”
“How to tell you,” Suguru finishes, the limo stops, right in front of your penthouse now, the three of you together in the quiet of the car, your heart is hammering so hard in your chest you feel like it will burst out. “We didn’t know how to tell you that we’re fucking so in love it’s dumb.”
“You’re all we think of,” you shake your head again. “Yeah, you are, been jerking it to you since we met you.”
That sentence hits, you bite down on your lower lip, turning to look at each of them ever so slowly. “You did?”
“Of course we did, still do,” Satoru smirks then. “Think we don’t hear you playing with your messy cunt?”
“You’re so drunk,” you’re soaked when he drifts his fingers up and finds you, your eyes roll back. “Mnh!”
“You’re never leaving us,” he sounds insane, his lips capturing yours now, when Suguru kisses down your throat, and you’re lost in ecstasy, eyes rolled back in your skull. “Mmm, never. Say it.”
“Let us show you how much we have wanted you,” Suguru says then, capturing your mouth in his, moaning softly. “We’ll fuck you so good you’ll never want to leave.”
“You two um…” You take a breath now, overwhelmed. “You are crazy, you all know that?”
“You knew that when you met us,” Satoru grins, a hand brushing back your hair. “What do you want, sweetheart?”
“You,” Satoru kisses you again, pulling back for Suguru to get tugged against you. “And you. Both of you.”
“Greedy little slut,” you gasp at the term out of Satoru’s mouth, but it makes you wetter under his touch. “We want you to be greedy for us.”
“Be a good girl and let us use your holes,” Suguru’s words fucking nail the hammer in your proverbial coffin – the fuck have these two been holding back? Their eyes are all dilated black and they’re smirking – nothing like the shy cuties from moments ago. “We’ll make sure you cum over and over before we fill you up.”
“God I can’t wait to breed her, hmm Sugu?” He sinks a finger in your warmth, making you arch up and cry out. “Fuckin’ soaked, I think she likes that idea.”
“Just get me upstairs, mngh! Now.”
They hastily do as you bid, Satoru runs your ass to the elevator with you in his arms like it’s nothing, you can’t help but giggle when Suguru fumbles the keys, as sexy as they were talking just now, they’re nervous. You’re nervous, when you take off Satoru’s big ass jacket, and Suguru steps in front of you, Satoru pressing against your back.
“I remember the day I fell in love,” you whisper then, as charged as the energy is sexually, it’s also every bit so intimate, the two of them paused, Satoru’s chin on your shoulder, Suguru’s cupping your face. “Satoru was shielding us both from that high grade curse, and you were holding me.”
“I remember,” Suguru sinks to his knees then, slipping that dress up your hips ever so slowly, all while Satoru’s arm snakes around your waist, his lips drifting up the curve of your neck. “I think it’s when we really knew, too.”
“I could never let something happen to you,” Satoru’s words and Suguru’s lidded gaze are what steps you into this haze, this intense feeling, Suguru’s tongue lapping at your damp panties, Satoru’s hands brushing underneath your collar to grip your breasts. “I never will let anything happen to you, sweetheart. We just wanna keep you all to ourselves.”
“Can we, princess?” Suguru raises a brow, and you nod quickly, gasping out when he tugs your panties to the side, exposing your heated cunt that’s glistening to his vision, he has to palm his cock that’s leaking, moaning at the sight. “All ours, promise us.”
“Only we can touch you,” Satoru whispers now, his cock pressing hard on the small of your back. “Only us, sweetheart, you have to promise. Forever, you can’t ever go.”
“I don’t want to go,” you admit then, head falling back against Satoru’s hard chest, moaning as Suguru parts your folds, watching arousal pool from your little hole. “I want you both. Please.”
Satoru whines softly in your ear, when the first drag of Suguru’s flattened tongue swipes up your slit, you’ve never felt anything like it, how he collects that arousal pouring from your cunt, swallowing it up and humming against you, making the vibrations shoot through your body. Satoru’s hand goes down to grip Suguru’s hair, pushing him even more against your cunt.
“You love it, don’t you? His mouth on you?” Whines escape your throat, Suguru is devouring your cunt, his face getting messy from you, all you can do is nod, helpless, Suguru’s hands gripping your hips as you arch them for more. “Asked ya a question, sweetheart.”
“Y-yes, I love it s’much I – ah!” Suguru’s moaning again, his hands on the plush of your thighs, looking up at you as his nose bumps your clit, his tongue in your hole that’s quivering around him. “Sugu! Ah!”
“Cum for me,” Suguru whispers, voice deep as his tongue flicks again, hitting your twitchy little clit, his fingers slipping until one curves inside. “Fuck you’re so tight, I can’t wait to stretch you out on my cock, watch you take us both.”
“Ngh!” Suguru’s words and the mean curve of his fingers ruin you, pushing you closer to that edge along with Satoru’s teeth on your shoulder, one more flick on your clit and you’re gushing down Suguru’s long fingers. He stands and puts them in Satoru’s mouth, he eagerly sucks you off them, until you’re all kissing.
Messy, needy, hungry kisses as the men take you to a room – you’re so fucking ruined you don’t even know whose it is, actually. All you know is Satoru’s burying his face in your messy cunt next, he’s not as deliberate as Suguru, he’s flicking his tongue and curving two fingers so fast you’re shattering for him, pulsing around them, weakly clinging to soft locks of hair.
“Bend over, sweetheart,” Satoru begs eagerly. “I wanna lick it from the back, pretty please?”
You almost giggle at how cute he is, but when you see Suguru’s cock the laughter doesn't come out – just a soft moan. When you take it in your throat and he cups your face, moaning as he fucks into it, gentle at first as your lips stretch to fit his length, praising you so sweetly. All while Satoru lines his cock up with your spit soaked folds, coated in his saliva and your creamy release.
“That’s it, doin’ such a good job sucking him,” Satoru praises, hands on your hips, his flush pink tip pressing your hole, you gasp around Suguru, reaching back for his hand then. “I got you sweetheart, I’ll give you anything.”
Satoru takes your wrists and pins them, using them to ease his cock in your snug little hole, as wet as she is, Satoru is huge, girthy and veiny – fuck you feel all of him in your walls. The burn is so goddamn good you’re deep throating Suguru with every fuck, drool spilling as he works his cock in your throat. Satoru’s whimpering, Suguru’s moaning, using you.
“F-fuck, princess suckin’ me like that?” Suguru’s praise is mumbled, Satoru’s tip is kissin’ your cervix now, messy loud sounds of your soppy cunt and the suction of your throat echoing in the room. “That’s it, how does he feel, good baby?”
“Mmm,” your answer is to pull back and nod, tongue lapping his milky pre as Satoru presses in fully, heavy balls thwacking your clit. “Feels s’good, I… ah! I’m gonna cum, Toru!”
“Cum f’me then,” he’s pussy drunk in a few strokes, his blue eyes fluttering shut as he fucks your pretty cunt, as he clings to the curve of your hips, and Suguru’s tugging your hair, his tip running along your uvula. “Let us feel you.”
Your cunt is throbbing, clamping down around Satoru’s cock, Suguru sucks in a breath when he feels you gag on him, that throat constricting – fuck he can’t stop thinking how pretty your eyes are, even as you’re sucking him, even as you’re squirting and dripping down his bed. He pauses and sucks in a breath, watching you shatter for his best friend, your eyes fluttering shut.
“Fuck you’re pretty…” That’s both of them.
You’re weak and barely able to suck when Satoru slams his cock faster, Suguru cups your face to keep it there, the two of them using you – just like they said. Satoru whining out when he gets close, leaned over you and tugging at your hair as his cock slams inside you harder. “Want all our cum inside you, sweetheart?”
“Please,” you kiss Satou, your mouth covered with Suguru’s pre, before looking up at Suguru again. “Both of you, inside.”
Hot white ropes all velvety coat your walls, Satoru’s pulsing as he fills you up, gasping out your name and hovering over you, Suguru’s right behind him, cock shoved as deep as he can go until it chokes you, and you swallow him down. The two men are desperately rutting all sensitive now, as your cunt and mouth takes every drop.
It’s not much after that you suck your cunt off Satoru’s pretty cock, that Suguru fucks Satoru’s load back inside you. Lost in every sensation until you’re spent, leaking their cum out from your cunt and snuggling between them, snoring lightly. They both laugh softly, watching you, cuddling you close.
“She thought she’d leave,” Suguru sighs, caressing your cheek, Satoru smirks just a bit.
“She never will.”
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i loved writing this clearly, I went over the wc I was having TOO MUCH FUN ahh! I hope I didn't fk up any terms or techniques as I'm not a canon writer. tysm for the comm bb i hope you love it too!
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I need one with eren talking you through it, when its ROUGH (...and maybe a daddy kink)
ouuuu…..i like the way you think (i made this a plug!eren drabble bc i miss him)
cw include: black fem!reader, bratty reader like real bad, it’s a little angsty but y’all already know i cant resist a happy ending, levi makes the briefest appearance i don’t even mention his name lmao (he’s the supplier), eren is pretty rough, spanking, pain play??? idk man, unprotected sex, daddy kink, overstimulation, spitting, choking, lots of dirty talk, reader eventually passes out from the overstimulation but don’t worry there is aftercare///NOT PROOFREAD
“how much longer ren m’so bored,” you sighed leaning your head against the window. eren looked at the gps on his phone muttering out, “should be there in ten more minutes.” he made a mental note to drive a little more carefully so you wouldn’t bump your head against the window, afraid that would make you more crabby than you already were.
the two of you were on the way to his suppliers house and the long drive had you crawling out of your skin, you were so damn bored. he insisted you stay home knowing you hated long drives but you being you said otherwise and joined him anyways. “ten more minutes?! i feel like we’ve been driving for hoursss,” you puffed air through your cheeks and closed your eyes hoping the next time you opened them you’d be there.
after fifteen minutes you finally made it to your destination mumbling out a ‘fucking finally’ that didn’t go unnoticed by eren. “stay here i’ll be back in a few,” he spoke softly giving your forehead a kiss before making his way into the house. another ten minutes passed and eren still hadn’t come out making your mood even more sour. you nibbled on your lip contemplating if you should knock on the door— the angel on your shoulder was telling you to stay in the car and wait patiently, maybe even apologize for being so bratty. the devil on the other hand was telling you to storm in the house and tell eren to speed up the process.
before you even knew it you were getting out of the car and knocking on the door, your bracelets jangling on your wrist as you did so. “who the fuck is it?” someone yelled from behind the door making you jump. “uhm— i’m looking for my boyfriend…eren,” you said back, feeling your heart rate begin to speed up.
a few seconds later the door swung open and there eren was, a confused look on his face. “i thought i told you to wait in the car,” he sighed trying his absolute hardest to be patient with you. you put your hand on your hip, your brows furrowing “you were taking too long and i’m ready to go.” eren grabbed your arm and yanked you in the house before shutting the door, “look i’ll be done in a few just wait her—” you interrupted eren with a sharp ‘no i wanna go now!’
eren’s face turned stoic, showing no emotion as you threw your little temper tantrum. just as you finished your bratty rant a man a few inches taller than you came out of literally nowhere and handed eren a backpack, “sorry for the wait i’ll see you same time again next week.” eren nodded and dapped the man up before ushering you out of the door, not saying a word. he was absolutely fuming meanwhile you were as happy as could be because you were finally heading back home.
the drive back was eerily silent, not even the radio was on it was almost like eren wanted you to know he was irritated with you. finally he spoke up, “why did you act like that?” he asked not taking his eyes off the road. “like what?….” you mumbled knowing good and well what he was talking about. eren let out a long sigh, clenching his jaw tightly. “like a fucking brat,” he spat out now looking over at you. it was silent for a few moments only making him more upset, “answer me y/n,” he commanded making you shrink into your seat.
you didn’t even have it in you to give him a snarky remark. it was still radio silence and that’s what finally made eren pull over on the side of the road. eren grabbed a half smoked blunt from the ashtray sitting in the center console before sparking it, not even bothering to crack a window.
“that guy is like my fucking boss y/n you know this, and you also know he doesn’t tolerate any bullshit i’ve told you this countless times. you’re lucky he didn’t see you throwing your little temper tantrum,” eren didn’t raise his voice not once but you still felt like crying from embarrassment. “m’sorry ren i was just so bored—” eren cut you off quickly holding his hand up. “i told you you’d be better off staying at our place while i went didn’t i?” you didn’t say anything instead you just nodded your head. “you insisted on coming though and when i told you to behave yourself just a for little what did you do?” he asked cocking his eyebrow. you stared down at your lap, twirling the promise ring he’d recently bought for you around your finger. “i was acting out,” you mumbled feeling a stray tear begin to make its way down you cheek, eren was quick to wipe it away though.
eren took a long hit of the blunt before setting it aside, taking your hands in his much larger ones. “hey none of that crying shit now okay? i’m not mad at you,” he said in a much gentler tone. for the first time in what felt like ages you finally looked him in the eye. “promise you aren’t mad?” you sniffled, your eyes glassy with unshed tears. he hummed pressing a kiss to the promise ring, “i promise.” eren reached over and unbuckled your seatbelt, maneuvering you onto his lap. “could never be mad at you even if i should be,” he chuckled pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head. he leaned in closer till his lips were by your ear before whispering, “but that doesn’t mean you’re off the hook.”
the rest of the drive home your heart was practically pumping out of chest as you wondered what eren planned to do with you. sure he always threatened to bend you over his lap or use you to get himself off and leave you high and dry but he never actually acted upon it. “go inside and wait in the room for me i just gotta make a call real quick,” he pressed a kiss to your trembling hand before sending you on your way. you were petrified yet confusingly excited for eren had in store for you.
‘new level’ by a$ap ferg blasted throughout the cars speakers as eren smoked away the remainder of the blunt he had. he didn’t really have someone to call he just wanted a little time to plot, smoking always brought out the creative side in him. “what am i gonna do with her?” eren hummed, bringing the blunt to his lips.
while eren was still scheming in the car, you were sitting as still as a statue on your shared bed, hands folded in your lap. you were getting a little worried when ten minutes had passed and he still hadn’t come in, but you worries were washed away when you heard the door open. eren made a pit stop at the fridge and grabbed two water bottles before making his way to your room. he had ditched the hoodie he was wearing, leaving him in his tight long sleeve shirt and sweatpants.
he stared at you for a moment, his eyes red and glassy. “take your clothes off, no talking” was all he said and you made work to rid yourself of your crop top and mini skirt. goosebumps began to cover your skin, your nipples hardening from the cool air as well.
eren slowly walked over to the bed, admiring your beauty and obedience before gripping your jaw roughly. “you’re real spoiled y’know that?” his voice held no emotion as he continued to keep your jaw in his grip, squeezing ever so softly to make your lips pucker up. you attempted to apologize, keyword attempted, but it only made eren laugh. “nah i don’t think you’re really sorry, but you will be,” he took a seat next to you on the bed and pointed at his lap. you looked at him with wide eyes and it took everything in him to not crack on the spot.
you slowly but surely laid your body over his lap to which he responded with a low ‘that’s my pretty girl’. he ran his hands over your ass cheeks, feeling up the petal soft skin before giving your right cheek a quick slap. you squealed out his name but he only responded with another slap, this time a little tougher than the last. “shut your mouth before i shut it for you and trust me you don’t want me to do that,” he gave your left cheek three quick slaps, making your body jolt. you were in so much stinging pain you hadn’t even noticed your pussy was dripping wet, making a damp spot on eren’s sweats.
eren swiped two fingers through your sopping folds, a low groan rumbling in his chest at the feeling of your essence coating his digits. “looks like your enjoying this shit a little more than you should huh? so fuckin’ nasty,” he spanked your pussy and that’s when you finally let out a broken moan. eren licked his lips and did it again, and again, and again until your thighs clenched together, the damp spot on eren’s sweats growing by the second. eren threw his head back laughing like something genuinely funny had happened. he lowered his head, bringing his lips extremely close to your ear, “did you just cum from getting your slutty little pussy slapped? hm?”
you were too embarrassed to say anything and just nodded, but that wasn’t enough for eren. his fingers made their way back to your pussy, spreading open your lips before pressing down harshly on your clit. “if you want me to move my fingers i need to hear your voice loud and clear mama,” he pinched your clit harshly and you whined, gripping the soft material of his sweatpants between your trembling fingers. “yes…that’s what i came from,” you mumbled into his thigh, your ears burning from embarrassment. eren yanked your head up by you braids and pinched your clit once more, he wasn’t even close to satisfied with your answer.
“and what exactly did you cum from hm? say that shit or the only way you’ll be getting off tonight is by grinding on my shoes.” he didn’t mean it but from the look on your face you thought he was deadass. it was hilarious to him. “i—i came from you…” eren began to rub quick little circles on your poor clit. “came from what mama? go ‘head and say it.” tears were beginning to pool at your lash line—god this was so humiliating. “i came from you slapping my—hah! m-my pussy! i came from that and it was so—so good p-please do it again!” eren halted his movements, an evil grin making its way onto his lips.
with ease he had lifted you off his lap and had you flat on your back. “you should know better than to ask for shit during your punishment…but i guess all that pretty little head knows is how to spot expensive shit from a mile away and taking dick,” his words were harsh, sure, but that didn’t mean they didn’t have your pussy clenching around nothing. he’s never been this way with you and honestly it was a trip! maybe you’d have to start pissing him off more oft—
“hey? you listening to me?” eren snapped his fingers in front of your face, bringing you back to reality. “yes, yes m’sorry im listening,” eren hummed and gave your forehead a sweet kiss, mumbling something about how the safe-word was ‘red’. “you know i love you more than anything in this world right?” he spoke softly, pulling down his sweatpants and briefs. you looked him in his eyes, giving him a small smile “yes of course i know that ren.” eren swiped his dick between your soaked folds, making sure to bump at your clit with his tip. “good….because m’not gonna lie im about to fuck you like i don’t,” before you could even process his words he fully sheathed himself inside of you.
you tried to pull away but eren made quick work to push your knees to your shoulders, keeping you in the most intense mating press he’s ever had you in. he’d usually prep you a bunch but unfortunately for you that wasn’t happening tonight. “you good?” he spoke softly, tapping your cheek a few times. although the stinging stretch was a bother you had no intentions on stopping him, which is why you were quick to nod your head letting him know all was well.
eren took that as his sign to start giving you rough, deep strokes. “cant believe after all the times we’ve fucked you’re still so goddamn tight,” he growled, slapping your face. it caught you completely off guard by mannn did you fucking love it. “do t-that again—smack me,” eren breathlessly chuckled and happily smacked you once again, giving the stinging skin a wet kiss afterwards.
“f-fuck open your mouth,” you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue with zero hesitation, moaning loudly when a glob of spit fell from eren’s lips and into your mouth. “what do you say?” eren picked up the pace of his thrusts, the harsh claps of his thighs against your reddening up his skin. “thank you—thank you daddy! s-shit m’gonna cum!” you squeezed around eren like a vice, nearly forcing him to halt his movements. “that was good,” he hummed, giving your sweaty forehead kiss.
“but we’re not done yet.”
45 minutes later…..
“oh my fuckin’ goodness,” you sobbed into the pillow eren had pushed your face into. six damn orgasms and he was still showing no signs of stopping. he really was fucking you like he hated your guts. “i know baby, i know. feels good yeah?” eren whispered in your ear, nibbling on the lobe. he had you in backshots previously, but after your sixth orgasm your body had collapsed onto the mattress. he wasn’t even thrown off, instead he just pressed his chest against your back and slowly rocked into you. the damp sheets were now grinding roughly onto your clit and it had you seeing stars.
eren had came three times, each time inside your pussy making an even bigger mess. if your mind wasn’t so fuzzy you would’ve gotten embarrassed from how loud the squelching sounds of your pussy were, but fortunately for you you could barely even remember your name let alone background noise. “that’s right baby just keep on takin’ it don’t run from it,” he moaned directly into your ear as he emptied his fourth load into your spent pussy. surely he was done now right??? wrong. so so wrong.
“eren—daddy i don’t think i can take no more,” you whimpered in defeat as he turned you on your back once more. eren settled on his knees, wrapping your legs around his waist. “you wanna use the safe word?” he queried, stuffing any cum that seeped out of your pussy back into you. when he was met with silence he smirked. “yeah that’s what a thought.”
he tapped his tip against your swollen clit before slipping back into your pussy, groaning at the warmth that enveloped him. “such a pretty lil thing i love you so so much. my sweet girl mmm you’re my sweet girl right? all mine?” he was now babbling nonsense just as much as you were. in the process of fucking you dumb he had also managed to fuck himself stupid. figures.
“o-oh! yes ren m’all y-yours!” you let out a pornographic moan and eren quickly silenced you by wrapping his hand around your throat. there was pressure but not enough to fully block your airway. eren used his free hand to rub sloppy circles on your clit with his thumb, making your body full tense up. ‘cumming…cumming’ was all you managed to get out before a stream of clear liquid hit eren’s pelvis and yet he still did not stop.
“yeah that’s right let it out baby c’mon gimme some more,” eren pulled out and began aggressively tapping his tip against your clit. your back arched off the bed as you squirted again and that’s when you blacked out. eren made quick work to lay down and pull your shaking body into his, mumbling out praises left and right. “c’mon baby come back to me…that’s it there you go, my sweet girl—my precious girl,” when your eyes cracked open you were met with eren’s angelic face smiling down at you. you sniffled, burying your face in his neck. “i’m sorry…sorry for acting out, won’t do it again i promise,” you mumbled giving his neck little kisses.
eren shook his head, that was the least of his concerns all he wanted to do in this moment was coddle you and love on you with everything he had. “don’t worry about that mama, you just worry about regulating your breathing yeah? take a few deep breathes with me,” that helped immensely and although you were ready to go tf to bed you still needed to be cleaned up… and so did eren….and so did the blankets and sheets. “don’t fall asleep on me just yet princess, m’gonna run you a bath okay?” he waited for you to nod in understanding before picking up your limp body and bringing you to the bathroom.
he filled the bath with hot water and your favorite scented bath salts before setting you in there (but not before testing the water to make sure it didn’t scald your skin ofc). while you relaxed your sore muscles in the bath eren changed the sheets, he couldn’t help but smirk at the huge wet spot along with multiple little damp spots on the material.
“how you feeling mama?” he asked as soon as he walked back into the bathroom. you hummed, looking up at him with nothing but pure love and adoration. “sore…and i still need to wrap my hair up…” you trailed off making eren chuckle. he leant down giving your lips one, two, three kisses the last one being longer than the others. “don’t worry about that i’ll take care of it when you get out,” you let out a sigh of relief and eren laughed once again.
man did this man fucking love you. that’s why he got your eyes tatted on his forearm the very next day heje
cw include: some teasing, lots of praising, oral f!receiving, nanami eats it while erwin’s inside her, a wee bit of pussy slapping, choking, double penetration, unprotected sex, they’re so sweet to her :((
“you’re so pretty y/n.”
“cutest lil thing i’ve ever laid eyes on.”
you preened at the two men’s praise, your freshly done lashes fluttering shut as you leaned into their touch. both of their hands cupped either side of your cheeks, their thumbs running over your jaw and lips.
your two boyfriends were sat at the edge of your shared bed while you knelt before them, body stark naked and ready to be ravaged in the sweetest way possible.
erwin pushed his thumb past your lips, his lips lifting into a loving smile when you began to suck on the digit, your pretty pink gloss smearing against his knuckle. nanami trailed his fingers from your jaw to your shoulder, then into your hair to hair to play with your curls and scratch at your scalp.
“hope you weren’t too lonely without us today sweet thing,” nanami cooed, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. the smell of his cologne had you feeling dizzy, your hands itching to grab at him—but you knew better.
your lips popped off erwin’s finger, your lips forming into a pout. “it was sooo boring, i had nothing to do all day!” the two men smirked at your ranting, you were just too cute for your own good. they both worked at the same office and usually one of them was always home to keep you company while the other was away, but unfortunately today they both were called in.
“why didn’t your hangout with your girlfriends?” erwin asked, lifting you into his lap with ease. he could feel the way your clit throbbed over his dress pants, but he had to focus—his sweet girl was ranting to him after all. you lifted your legs to rest them on nanami’s thighs before speaking. “one is sick, the other was busy, and the other two are vacationing with their boyfriends in the bahamas—which i think should be our next trip by the way.”
nanami lifted your foot up to give your ankle a sweet kiss, his lips lingering for a few seconds before turning his attention back to you. “poor baby. well, we missed you just as much as you missed us,” he smiled at you, rubbing your calf tenderly.
nanami always had really soft hands, in fact he took pride in it. every brush of his skin against yours was filled with more love than your little head could even begin to understand. even when he’d be grasping at your body like he hated your guts when he fucked you his touch was still so sweet, so tender.
as the minutes passed, nanami and erwin took their time, praising you and feeling you up until the insides of your thighs were a slippery mess. “this pussy really is slutty, hm?” erwin hummed, dipping his ring and middle finger between your velvet soft folds. his fingers circled your hole, dipping only the tips of them in before pulling out. “poor baby can’t help how responsive she is,” nanami flashed you a grin, a groan rumbling in his chest when your foot pressed on the crotch of his slacks.
“you mind if i have a taste babydoll?” nanami was speaking to you, but his eyes were on your cunt the entire time. erwin’s fingers were drawing slow figure eights around your clit, occasionally dipping into your entrance to spread your essence around. “yes. please touch me, ken,” out of instinct you hips raised, only to be pushed back down by erwin. “patience, baby, patience. we have all the time in the world.”
while nanami got on his knees, erwin maneuvered your body to push your back against his chest, his arms hooking under the back of your knees. “how pretty,” nanami murmured, his gentle eyes admiring the way your pussy glistened in the light. he thumbed softly at your clit before leaning in, he shoved his tongue in your quivering entrance, moaning at the utter sweetness that is your cunt.
you always tasted so sweet, like the finest honey money could buy, and you always got so wet. each lick was a delightful mouthful for him—it was times like these he found it most hard to stay composed.
erwin spread your legs wider, delighted to see that his two partners were enjoying themselves as they indulged in one another. he loved to be involved, but he also really liked to watch. it was always interesting to see how quickly nanami lost himself in you, and you just took it like the good girl you were because you were their pretty lil toy. theirs to love on, spoil, n’ fuck silly.
nanami suckled on your clit before releasing it with a pop! you whined in protest, kicking your feet as a silent way of telling him to come back. to soothe your whines erwin cupped your breasts, tweaking your nipples until your head tilted back against his shoulder. “sorry sweetness, s’getting a little hot,” nanami made quick work to undo the tie around his neck, he pushed up his sleeves, presenting those beautiful, muscly forearms.
nanami’s tongue circled your clit, he sucked the throbbing bud between his lips, sucking hungrily. “oh f-fuck,” before you could even stop yourself from swearing, it was too late. nanami hummed, biting gently on your clit while erwin pinched both of your nipples rather roughly. “watch your mouth. pretty girls like you don’t swear like that, now do they?” erwin’s lips grazed your ear as he spoke, his fingers rubbing over your nipples to soothe them.
“no . . .”
“speak up. i can’t hear you babydoll.”
even though erwin was speaking to you, nanami’s skillful tongue did not let up, in fact he even went as far as pulling the hood of your clit up to expose you more. be squeezed your thigh three times, silently telling you to answer erwin’s question.
“n-no they don’t, m’sorry sir,” your words were shaky as you apologized, hot tears brimming your lash line. erwin kissed the shell of your ear, grinning at your obedience. “ken would you mind kind me belt?” erwin’s tone was low as he spoke, his composure running thin as his cock strained tighter and tighter against his confines.
it took some time, but kento was able to help erwin pull his slacks and briefs down mid thigh. with no warning erwin slammed you down on his cock in one go, his hand wrapping around your throat to keep you flushed against chest, to keep you from squirming. “full—hah! s-so full sir . . .” your thighs trembled from the stinging stench, but never fear, nanami was there to lick and suck at your clit to distract you from the pain.
“now grind that little pussy on me and make her cum,” erwin groaned, giving your throat a squeeze of encouragement. you slowly began to move your hips, a never ending symphony on moans flying past your lips as erwin’s fat tip nudged against your g-spot. he had more length to him between the two, always so deep in your tummy you could barely form a sentence.
“c’mon pretty thing, stretch yourself out for kenny. gotta make room for him too,” erwin cooed in your ear, spreading your lower lips to give nanami and mouth watering view of your stuffed pussy. nanami gave your clit one last sloppy kiss before standing to his feet, his veiny hands making quick work to undo his belt.
having both of your boyfriends inside you wasn’t something out of the norm, with the amount of size training they helped you through, you could take anything from them.
“you ready for me, my love?” nanami cupped your jaw in his palm, his thumb running softly over the apple of your cheek. god you looked so fucked out. your lips were all drooly, and your pupils were the size of saucers—you looked so precious.
a glob of spit fell from nanami’s lips and onto your clit, dribbling down to where erwin was still sheathed inside you. “she’s fuckin’ soaked, y’should slip in easily,” erwin hummed, patting your clit with his hand, the action making your breath hitch. nanami nibbled on his bottom lip as he traced circles around your clit with his tip, “perfect.”
you’d never fully get used to the stretch of having both of them inside of you, but it’s okay because the amount of praise you received from trying was all worth it.
“such a good girl for us y/n ❤︎”
“you look so cute struggling to take us both, cmon let me see those tears ❤︎”
“you look pretty when you make that face, look at those pouty lips ❤︎”
as praised were flying left and right from them, erwin was putting both his hands to great use. one was rubbing tight, little circles around your clit and the other was pinching and tugging at the nipple. nanami had his hand wrapped around your throat, adding a little pressure each time he slid in an inch.
“almost there anddd—goddamn honey, there we fuckin’ go,” nanami hissed as he pushed in to the hilt. the sight of your stuffed pussy struggling to hold them both had him ready to bust right then and there. speaking of busting—
“i-i’m sorry, i’m cumming! i’m sorry, i’m s-sorry,” you sobbed out, your eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment. you tried to shut your thighs, but erwin just forced them right back open, him and nanami laughing together at how fucking adorable you were.
nanami squished your cheeks together, forcing you to look up at him, “normally you’d be punished for that, but since we left you alone all day we’ll let it slide. don’t let it happen ‘kay babydoll?” his thumb traced over your plush lips, shoving the digit between them a second later. you moaned around his thumb, nodding at him with fat tears in your eyes.
“use your words.”
“yeth sir, thank you,” you squeaked when nanami pushed down on your tongue, opening your mouth wider. he pulled his hips back before thrusting forward, your broken moans sounding like music to his ears.
“such a good girl princess. now sit back and let us breed this cute cunt, yeah?”
synopsis: you’ve been involved in a sweet situationship with Toji Fushiguro for 3 years. Money and sex is the trade off for a life of luxury. Over the years you seem to have blurred the lines between sugaring and wanting a life with Toji.
cw: MDNI, toxic relationships, smut, cheating (Toji is married), age gap (reader in her 20s, Toji is in his 30s), oral (m&f receiving), mating press, dirty talk, fingering, public sex, mentions of revenge porn, degradation, choking, anal sex, anal fingering, loss of virginity, porn with plot, (5.6k words)
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A/N: Part 3 of Sugar Baby Hell; Finding out about Toji's children has wrecked you, but you reminisce about finding out about his wife years ago. Are you going to be able to let go of him, or is it easy for him to kiss and make up?
“Is that son of a bitch your sugar person?” Satoru asks through clenched teeth. You can’t respond because you’re trying to learn to breathe again. Hr rubs your back, and you take in the backyard. There’s a large pool, a guest house, and what looks like a maze that leads into the woods. You turn to Satoru, and he pulls you into a hug. Nodding your head, you answer his question.
“I should kill him.” Satoru rubs your back as your shoulders begin to shake.
"Get me out," you gasp through sobs, stomach churning. Satoru eyes the door. Only path: through the house.
“We have to go through the house. Are you going to be okay?” He whispers, pulling back to look at you. You wipe your tears and nod. Just excuse yourself, saying you’re under the weather, and get out of there. After collecting yourself, you follow Satoru back inside.
“Is everything okay? Dinner should be done soon. Tsumiki, why don’t you show her around until then?”
“Anna-”
"Toji, go wash up for dinner," Anna interrupts with a smile, sending him off. Tsumiki grabs your hand and leads you upstairs past family portraits to her pastel-blue, minimalist room on the 3rd floor. She sits on her bed, chatting about homework. You barely pay attention.
“Is everything okay?” She asks.
“Yes. Sorry. Can I see your textbook?” You ask. She points to her desk and starts texting on her phone. You walk over to the desk and look at the textbook.
“You’re really pretty,” She says, getting off her bed and sitting at her desk. You give her a shy thank you before looking through her textbook. Being in the same house as Toji and his family leaves you with a heavy feeling in your chest. You keep thinking that taking a deep breath will relieve the pressure, but it only pushes it down further. Tsumiki starts talking about her swimming team, which is ironic because your head is swimming.
“Bathroom?”
“Oh, you can use mine or the one in the hallway or-”
“I’ll be back.” You give a smile and walk out of the room, rushing to the bathroom. You close the door behind you, ready to call Satoru, when you get a text from Toji.
Toji: Come downstairs.
You: Fuck you!
Toji: Bunny....please
You slam your phone on the sink, not wanting to hear anything he has to say. Satoru texts you, explaining Anna is currently talking his head off, and he’ll come for you as soon as possible. Quietly, you sneak out of the bathroom and down the stairs, scanning for an exit. Just as you reach the hallway, Toji grabs your elbow tightly and drags you toward the backyard and around the side of the house. Once you’re out of sight, he lets go, and you smack him hard. Once. Twice. You ready your hand for a third hit, but he grabs your wrist.
“You piece of shit! You have fucking children!”
“Why are you at my fucking house! I have limits and-”
“You think I knew where you lived? I came here for a job and got the shock of my life. You are such a piece of shit.”
“Oh, because you’re the queen of holiness? You were fucking a married man. Don’t act like you're innocent in this.”
Your eyes widen, and you snatch your hand away from him.
“You have children-”
“I have a son and a step-daughter.” He corrects you. You pinch the bridge of your nose, trying to stop the tears.
“I don’t share my personal life. That was never our agreement. Do I know what you do in your personal life?” He asks. Another crack in your heart as realization hits.
“I never had to because you became my life.” Your voice cracks, and you step back. He attempts to grab you, but you hold your hands up.
“I want nothing to do with you. You can have everything back. I’ll find a way to pay you back. Just don’t contact me.” You whisper.
“I can’t do that. You know I can’t.”
“Because you love me? You care about me?”
Toji is quiet. He rubs his hands over his face. And for the first time in 3 years, he calls you by your first name. Toji steps forward and cups your face in his hand.
“This is as complicated for me as it is for you. Don’t give up on us.”
Us? He’s never spoken about the two of you as a pair. Toji bends down and kisses your lips. You grab at his shirt, opening your mouth, letting him melt away the negative feelings. The back door opens, and you both pull away. You cover your mouth and turn to the pool while Toji coughs and fixes his shirt.
Toji's son shouts that dinner is ready. Toji brushes past you as you try to calm yourself. Back inside, Satoru quietly asks if you want to leave, but Anna insists you stay. Dinner is awkward, and you focus on not looking at Toji. Megumi and Tsumiki talk about their activities. Satoru helps keep the conversation going.
“Will you accept the job?” She asks. You head shoots up from your meal, and you look at Satoru for help.
“You know this might not be the right job for her. She’s a little airhead.” He says ruffling your head. You smack his hand away, laughing. Toji clears his throat. Anna smiles.
“Don’t be like that. You came with high praise. It’s important that Tsumiki passes this semester. Please consider yourself hired.”
“I’m out of practice. So-”
“I looked you up.” Anna smiles. Your heart rate increases, and you don’t dare look at Toji. Satoru holds your hand.
“What do you mean?” You ask. Anna sets her napkin down on her lap.
“Children, you are dismissed. Get washed up and ready for bed. Thank you.” She waves them off. You squeeze Satoru’s hand under the table. Your knee bounces as chills run down your body. Anna places her elbows on the table and rests her chin on her folded hands. Her eyes stare you down.
“You were on an academic scholarship. You majored in Business. You’ve no family in the area, the last job you had was at a mom-and-pop laundromat, but you’re driving a brand-new Audi S8, wearing the latest from a very pricey designer, not to mention that Chanel necklace cost a fortune. In fact, it was just two weeks ago that I told my dear husband how beautiful I thought it was. My question for you is, where do you get the money?”
“I can explain-”
“She’s my girlfriend, Mrs. Fushiguro. I spoil her. I can’t help it, do you see this face?” Satoru cuts you off and leans in with a kiss. Toji’s jaw ticks. Anna smiles.
"Satoru, you sly dog. Bring your girlfriend to work, huh? So romantic. Consider yourself hired. Satoru will handle your schedule. Some days, you’ll pick up the kids—we’ll pay extra. Right, honey?" She looks at Toji, who doesn’t answer. Anna takes his silence as yes.
“Dinner was great. I didn’t make dessert, so you’ll have to excuse me. I have to go check on the children. Toji, walk them out, please.” Anna says, standing and walking off. You stand up, grab your purse, and rush to the front door. Toji and Satoru are on your heels. Satoru gets to your first cutting Toji off.
“Stay the fuck away from her.”
“Excuse me?” Toji’s eyes look at you, fumbling for your car keys, then back at the male standing in his way.
“Bunny, just meet me at the apartment. I want to talk to you.”
“Hey, old fuck did your hearing go out? I said stay away from her. I mean it.”
“Bunny, please be there,” Toji calls after you. You slam your door and start the car, pulling off.
You skip the apartment for your own sanity, hiding at Satoru’s. He updates you on Anna, who asks about your start date. You beg Satoru to get you out of the job, but he says quitting may look suspicious. You later walk into Dom’s laundromat, smiling.
“Look at this?” Dom smiles. You slide the Help Wanted sign to him.
“I knew you would be back. Those looks can only get you so far.” He jokes. You roll your eyes, not wanting to hear anymore. You’re happy to get your old job and apartment back. You agree to tutor Tsumiki after school at the local library. She’s a smart girl, but her head is currently in guys and gossip, which is why she is barely passing math. Toji stopped calling you after the second week, which is a relief, but you also miss him. This whole thing has left you devastated. Yes, he has a wife, but now children? You held onto that stupid, hopeless dream that he would leave his wife for you, but now there are children in the mix. You remember finding out about his wife....Two years into the situationship.
*****
You dropped your purse onto the counter nd made your way to the bedroom. Toji was lying, scrolling through his phone. You immediately ran over and jumped on him. He chuckled and put his phone down. The bags under his eyes make you sad. He looked exhausted. He had been out of the country for a week, and the only thing he could do was give you quick calls. You bend down and kiss his lips.
“I missed you,” You smiled into the kiss. Toji placed his hands on your hips and slid down to your ass, gripping it. You reached back to hold his hand when your finger grazed over something metal. Toji pulled his hand back, but you grabbed his wrist. The black ring stared back at you like a mockery. You climbed off his lap. Toji sat up and ran his hands down his face.
“You’re fucking married?” You shouted, standing to your feet.
“Bunny-”
“Fuck you! How dare you lie to me! How long have you been married?”
“I never lied to you. I don’t talk about my personal life. You know that. As for your question, 3 years now.” He replied, rubbing his forehead. No. You’ve been seeing him for two years now. You loved him. No. This was purely two people engaging in a transactional relationship. Right?
“You’re cheating on your wife. You took vows.” You mumbled.
“My wife and I have an understanding. I don’t question what she does, and she doesn’t question what I do.”
“She knows about me?”
“No. Bunny. She doesn’t know anything. Listen to me-”
“You made me a fucking mistress. I thought you were some rich guy who happened to be a sex addict, but of course you're married.” You laughed at how wrong this whole thing was. Toji stood up and approached you, but you shoved him. He was a mountain of a man and didn’t move an inch.
“Bunny, it doesn’t matter what I do in my personal life. It doesn’t concern you. Here in this apartment, this is where we exist together. I don’t have time to deal with your emotions because that's not what we are. You give me sex, I give you money. Wipe your tears, pick up the gift box I got you, go change into your present, and spread your fucking legs.” He whispered, rubbing your face. You moved his hand and wiped your tears. Silly of you to think he cared about you. You looked at the pink gift boxes on the nightstand. Your bottom lip trembled. Toji sighed and stepped back. You walked away, snatching the box and retreating to the bathroom with the little bit of pride you had left. Once Toji heard the shower start, he sat on the bed looking at text from Anna. He spent the whole week catering to Anna and her father, and it drained him to the very core. All he wanted to do was come home to you and stay there for a week. He stupidly forgot to take his ring off. That’s what sleep deprivation does to a person. Lack of sense. Cruelty. He shouldn’t have said that to you. That was beyond fucked up. Toji opened an app on his phone and sent you 10k. His weak attempt at an apology. The bathroom door opened 45 mins later. You stood in the doorway shyly. Toji leaned forward in his chair and set his water on the table. He loosened his tie as his emerald locked on yours like a predator. You wore the lavender set like a secret made visible. The two piece clung to you in soft layers; soft mesh floating against your skin. At your chest, the fabric was gathered gently, stitched together by pearls in the shape of a heart. Your hand played with the ruffled sides that stopped just under your breast before dipping lower and playing with the pearls that held your crocthless underwear on your hips. Toji used two fingers to motion you over. You walked over as quietly as a mouse. Toji stared up at you, his green eyes showing a much softer side of him.
“My wife means nothing to me. In this apartment, I don’t want to think about her.” Toji whispered, rubbing your hands. You looked down at his left hand, noticing the ring was gone. You nodded your head.
“I-I want more than what we agreed on then.” You whispered, looking away from his eyes. Toji let go of your hands and chuckled. Right. As long as you got your money, that’s all that mattered. Money made morals fly out the window. Toji knew that firsthand. He picked up his phone and deposited 25k into your account. He slammed his phone down.
“Are you happy?”
“Yes.” You lied. Toji grabbed your arm and dragged you to the bed, tossing you down. You stared up at him, biting your lip to hold back tears while he stripped.
“You sat up here acting like you had morals, but as long as you get your money, you’ re open to anything, right?” Toji chuckled, grabbed your leg, and pulled you down toward him.
“Yes! Because fuck you! If you’re going to use me, I’m going to use you back!” You shouted. Toji bent down to kiss you. Your mouths met with more force than tenderness. It wasn’t soft or forgiving. It was sharp and fueled by unspoken words. The heat of anger still buzzed under your skin as you pulled his hair. Toji bit down on your lip, drawing blood. The kiss was uneven, breath stolen and returned in quick, frustrated bursts. For a moment, nothing else existed, and in this room, Toji was yours, and you were his. His wife didn't matter. Toji ripped the top of your set off, halting your kisses. He sat up and turned you around on your stomach with ease and aggression. Toji forced you to your knees. You braced yourself for the smacks. They came quickly and sharply. Tears pooled on your waterline, but you held it in. Your body jerked with every smack.
“Bunny. Is it too much?” Toji stopped. He could see the outline of his hands on each cheek. You turned to look at him.
“Do you fuck your wife like this?” You asked. Toji’s jaw ticked. He smirked and tilted his head.
“Only dumb sluts who fuck for money.” He replied. You smiled. You reached down between your legs, running your middle finger between your drenched folds.
“Well then, I'd better earn my coins.” You joked before pulling your wet finger from your pussy and sucking on it. Toji licked his lips. He rubbed your ass, and you moaned.
“Kiss it better.” You looked back, telling him. Toji raised his eyebrow.
“Kiss my ass.” You said through clenched teeth. Toji bent down and kissed each cheek before going lower, eating you from the back. You gripped the sheets, rocking your hips. Your eyes widen when his tongue makes its way back up. Toji’s tongue began circling your virgin hole. You throw your head back, letting the new sensation take over every cell in your body. Your thighs trembled with excitement. Toji sat on his knees, and you whined at the cool air hitting your intimate parts. Toji got off the bed and went to the nightstand. He pulled out a box of condoms and lube before taking his position behind. His face returned to your hole. Toji worked you open with his tongue and finger. You couldn't help but cum, which he promptly used to further lubricate. Toji’s cock was leaking and painfully hard; he had few choices fuck you first or have you swallow him. Your back arches as he slides into you. Toji went almost a week without your pussy. He wasn’t going to deny himself anymore. He pushed your face down onto the pillow, his hips slammed into you, creating loud slapping sounds against the expensive walls of the penthouse.
“Don’t stop! Fuck me!” You cry out, throwing your ass back. Toji had no intention of stopping. Toji spread your cheek before spitting between them and circling your puckered hole. You open your mouth lazily, crying out as his finger pushes past the tight muscle wall. Toji’s name fell out of your mouth endlessly.
“That’s right, baby. Let them know who’s making you feel this good.”
“Toji! Oh my-” Your legs shake as he uses his left hand to land a hard smack.
“Fuck me back, baby. That’s right, pretty girl. Fuck that’s right, baby. Oh, Bunny, keep squeezing just like that.” Toji praised you. Your body tensed. The pressure in your lower belly builds and builds, and when Toji pushes a second finger into your ass, you cross your eyes and scream as you cream onto his cock and bed. Toji isn’t far behind you. His hips are like a magnet, and he continued to slam into you with no mercy as you cry and shake below him. Toji pulled his fingers out, and you clench around the air as he grabbed your hips roughly, shooting thick ropes of seed into your womb. He bends down to kiss your back, coated in sweat. Once both of you can breathe normally, he lifts up. Your head is still buzzing from the second orgasm.
“Bunny, I’m going to fuck you back here tonight.” He whispered. In your dazed state, you manage to turn over on your back. You nod your head once, then twice. Toji looks down at the box of condoms and lube.
“I’m guessing you won’t be returning to your wife tonight,” You mumbled. Toji stared down at you.
“No. Bunny. I’m going to use every hole tonight. I don't plan on returning to her for a few days.” He smirked. You spread your legs.
*****
You smack your head trying to get rid of the memory. You found out Toji was cheating on his wife with you, and you rewarded him with your anal virginity. You really are a bimbo.
“Hey, tits. Where’s Dom?” A guy walks in, slams his hands down on the counter. You look over at the clock. It’s 4:30.
“We’re closed, so I guess he’s home.” You reply with a smile. The guy grumbles something before walking out. You hate working here again, but you refuse to touch any of Toji’s money. Satoru asks a million times why you didn't save the money he was giving you. The truth is, you did. You had a separate account from the one to which Toji sent money. You have a lot of money saved up, but it’s more of an emergency fund. Would this count as an emergency? You close up shop and head upstairs to your apartment. That’s your daily routine. Work, tutor, cry in your small apartment. Did Toji even care anymore? Did he find someone else? The phone calls and texts stopped, so you can only assume. There are some things you want to get from the apartment, but you’re scared to run into Toji. You open your freezer and pull out a tub of vanilla ice cream and sit on your couch, eating and crying. A knock comes to your door 15 minutes later. You wipe your eyes, set your ice cream down. It’s Satoru with more ice cream and other snacks. You let him in, and he tells you to change out of your dirty ex-bf shirt.
“I mean, he wasn’t your boyfriend, so I guess ex-sugar person shirt?” Satoru jokes. You throw a pillow at him before walking to your bedroom. You wear this shirt every night. You cry in it. You sleep in it. You masturbate in it. It still smells like Toji, and you can’t help it like an addict drawn to their drug of choice. Except yours is a 6’2, muscular, married, father of two grown-ass man. You toss the shirt down and grab a tank top. You sit on the bed looking at the last text from Toji. 3 weeks ago, when shit hit the fan, he asked you to come to the apartment. The music coming from your living room snaps you out of your head. You put your phone down and walk over, opening the door. Satoru holds up a spaula, smiling, singing into the makeshift mic.
“I got chills, they’re multiplying. And I’m losing control. Cause the power you’re supplying. It’s electrifying.” He sings, dancing over to you and handing you a fake mic. You snatch it, smiling.
“You better shape up. Cause I need a man, and my heart is set on you. You better shape up. You better understand, to my heart I must be true.” You sing back, dancing around the kitchen.
“You’re the one that I want. Ooh Ooh Ohh.” You both sing, dancing around each other. For the 3-minute song, everything disappears, and your sadness is replaced with smiles and laughter. Satoru remembers your favorite movie, and doing anything to get you out of your funk is why he’s your best friend. He orders pizza, and you binge on junk food from the convenience store and watch and sing Grease. You miss junk food and staying up late with him. After you got with Toji, you changed. No more fast food, a good, balanced diet, and expensive food you could barely pronounce. But now you’re sitting here eating Takis and having a burping contest at 3 am. Satoru places the Dr.Pepper can on the table. You let out your last burp before following. He smiles.
“I regret bringing you to the dollhouse. Mei-Mei.....I thought she would keep you safe because you were friends with me.”
“Toji....he was probably the safest option that night.” You try to joke, but Satoru doesn’t smile.
“You stopped talking to me, and I should’ve never let it happen. I should have tried more to be there for you.”
You shake your head. You hate that he’s blaming himself. You made those decisions yourself.
“None of it is your fault. I choose to step out of my old life. I think I felt a little shameful. You guys had money. You came from good families. I was making my money by letting some rich guy bang me. I thought it was best to cut you guys off. Maybe had I not, I could’ve seen how fucked that situation became.” You hold Satoru’s hands. His blue eyes twinkled. You reach up and rub his cheek.
“I don’t want to lose our friendship again. I don’t want to lose you.” He whispers. Your heart breaks. You squeeze his hand.
“You’re not. We’ll always be together.” You sing. He smiles and pulls you ina hug. That’s not everything on his mind, but it would be selfish of him to love-bomb you during your heartbreak. You stand up and stretch.
“I’m going to head to bed. You can take the couch. You know where the extra blankets are.” You smile before walking off to empty the trash. You start humming “Hopelessly Devoted to You” as you walk to your bedroom. Satoru lies down, staring at the ceiling in some way; he could say he’s in the same boat.
“I am hopelessly devoted to you.” He whispers.
****
You stand outside your old penthouse. Rick awkwardly stands near the door, giving you a smile.
“Rick, if you lie to me again, there will be consequences.” You state. He nods. A man of few words. You liek Rick. You place your finger on the keypad, and it unlocks. You quickly check all rooms. Toji is nowhere in sight. You start throwing things into a suitcase. You’re hoping to sell most of it. You close the suitcase and stand up, wheeling it out of the walk-in closet. Toji stands in the bedroom door.
“Rick!” You shout. Toji approaches you, and you raise your hand.
“Bunny. I want to talk. Please.”
“Go home to your wife and children.” You try to walk around him, but he cuts you off with ease.
“Talk to me. How can I fix this?”
“You can’t fix this. I’m going to tutor your daughter-”
“Stepdaughter,” He corrects. You roll your eyes.
“I’m going to tutor her for Satoru’s sake.”
“He’s rich. I’m sure this job is nothing.” Toji rolls his eyes.
“It’s not about that. It’s tied to his grad school program. I won’t mess that up for him. Unlike you, I support people who want to further their education.” You snap. Toji nods.
“I never told you you couldn't go to grad school. I-”
“You gave me this life, Toji. You wrapped it in a big bow and made it seem perfect. You only supported me when it benefited you. I’m to blame too. I put everything on hold to be the perfect mistress for you. I’m the stupid one because I thought you would divorce her. We would ride off happily ever after. But you’re not. You have fucking children with her. Think about them!”
“I care about my son. I do. Anna is not his mother. Megumi has no motherly attachment to her. I told you what my relationship with her was.”
“And our relationship was similar. A transaction. Something we both benefit from.”
“No!” The boom in his voice startles you. You fix the purse on your shoulder. Toji approaches you and holds your hand.
“You mean so much more to me. How can I make this right? Please.” He pleads. You look away from his sad puppy eyes.
“Leave her.” You whisper, already knowing the answer.
“I can’t,” Toji replies. You nod your head and take your hands from him. You step around him to walk away, but he grabs your wrist.
“Anything but that.” He whispers.
“If you want me to stay, you need to make it worth my while.” You reply, looking at the door. Toji nods. You let go of your suitcase and face him.
“You stay here with me all week. You don't respond to her calls or texts.”
“Okay,” Toji whispers. He holds your face in his hands, looking down at you with sincerity. One week. You just want to spend one more week with him. You can let him go after that.
“Anything else, Bunny?” He asks.
“Kiss it better,” You whisper against his lips. Toji nods, pressing his lips against yours.
Anna sits in Toji’s home office. Everything has been torn apart. It’s been 3 days since Toji told her he was going away on a business trip. He’s not even trying to come up with good lies anymore. Anna kicked the desk, knocking the false bottom out from under it. She got down on all fours and pries the bottom open until a phone falls out.
“Jackpot.” She giggles. His secret phone. She takes her time trying to guess the passcode. Finally, she enters the year of his first wife’s birth. A smile spreads on her face as it unlocks. She sits in the chair, leaning back, scrolling through his messages with Bunny. Rage fills her veins as the messages grow increasingly x-rated. She closes the app and clicks his photo gallery. She opens the first video. Her mouth drops. Tsumiki's tutor sits on her knees as her husband cums on her face.
“Fuck Bunny.” Toji grunts. You lick your lips, eyes smiling up proudly. Anna exits the video and goes to the next one. Backshots in his Bentley. Next one, you sent a video of yourself playing with your cunt until you squirted onto the camera. Next one, Toji eating you out at the beach. Anna screams and slams the phone down. She stands up, pulling at her hair. Did you take her for a joke? Smiling in her face while fucking her husband. Anna sits down and plays the video again. Is that where Toji was? Business trip meaning between your legs? Anna smooths down her black bob, smiling. This is fine. She pulls out her own phone before taking a seat. The phone rings a few times before a deep voice answers.
“Anna. It’s 3:30 am. Did you hit someone with your car again?” The man laughs.
“Hiromi, that was one time. I’m calling to ask a hypothetical question.” She smiles, playing your video again.
“Alright,” Hiromi replies, ruffling his sheets.
“What is the penalty for revenge porn?” Anna asks, scrolling through your nudes.
“Jesus, what? Is it Tsumiki?” He asks.
“No. My daughter isn’t involved. It’s an adult. Two adults.”
“Anna-”
“You're the family lawyer, and I am calling for legal answers, not moral feelings.”
“Maybe a fine. You have enough money to buy your way out of anything.” Hiromi mumbles. Anna hangs up the phone and leaves the office with Toji’s phone in hand.
Toji pulls his arm from under your sleeping head as his phone rings. You mumble something before drifting back to sleep. Toji sits up and checks the caller ID. He opens both eyes, looking at the time. Why the hell was Hiromi calling at almost 4 am? He stands up and takes the call to the living room. You pull the sheet over your naked body, nestling further into dreamland.
“I hope you’re calling to tell me my father-in-law died,” Toji answers, pouring a glass of water.
“I wish. Anna just woke me up. She was asking about revenge porn.”
“Tsumiki?”
“Same thing I said, but she said no. Two adults. You should get your wife on a leash before damage control is needed again.”
“Thanks for the heads up,” Toji replies before hanging up. He rushes back into the room, quickly dressing. Toji bends down to your side of the bed.
“Bunny,I’ll be back before you wake up.” He whispers, kissing your cheek. Toji stands, leaving the room, grabbing his keys, and racing home. When he gets home, Anna is in the kitchen with a glass of wine sitting on the counter. Toji walks to his office and finds the destruction. He looks under and sees that the false bottom is broken. Toji puts his hands on his head. Your moans can be heard through the house. Toji rushes out and into the kitchen. Anna connected his phone to the speaker system. She smiles, slow dancing to Toji fucking you.
“Anna! The fucking children are sleeping! Have you lost your mind!” He shouts, reaching for her, but she pulls away.
“Don’t be a square! I didn’t know you were so filthy. And her innocent face. This is my favorite video. Omg, should we watch it in the cinema room?” She laughs, throwing her head back.
“Oh gosh. Right there! Toji! Fuck this pussy, daddy. Oh gosh. Please feels so-” Toji snatches the phone and ends the audio. Anna smiles, drinking the last bits of her wine. She wipes her mouth and walks in front of him.
“So, you’re going to stop seeing her starting today. She’s so young, I would hate to ruin her career before it could even start. Who would take such a little whore seriously when she’s spreading her legs for a happily married man? Toji, I don’t want to hurt her, but you know I will becasuse I love you and I only want what’s best for you. Let’s think with the head up here. Okay?” Anna smiles, patting him on the chest before walking upstairs. Toji puts the phone on the counter. Fuck.
You wake up to an empty apartment. No note. No text. Toji is gone. You stay there until night. Toji made his choice, and you have to move on. You sent a text to Anna saying you have to resign, and she only liked it. You open your door and stumble back, seeing Anna standing there. What do you say to the wife of the man you’ve been sleeping with?
“Were you expecting my husband...Bunny?” She smirks.
"…are you sure you don't want me to call mama?" his son asks matter-of-factly. the two had spent the last hour hunched over the dining table, peering over the sheets of math problems brought home from school.
none of this was taught in jujutsu. satoru couldn't hollow purple his way out of this one. it's moments like these where he slighlty (only slightly!) regrets enrolling the little man into a normal school.
but, in his pride, satoru leans back in his chair, laughing a little too obnoxiously. "no! no, no, no, i said i'd be helping you with school this time! bonding time, y'know?"
the boy eyes him skeptically, a look satoru is all too familiar with. because it's the same look you give him every time he swears he can do something he's never done before. eyes squinted, mouth downturned, gaze distrusting.
"hey," satoru warned playfully, ruffling his son's hair as he picks his pencil back up again. "your dad knows what he's doin'. he's just letting his answers…marinate."
"okay, so when can he start cooking them?"
"don't get smart with me, brat. who even decided putting letters in math?" this time, only this time (satoru swears!), does your husband whine. he takes a sheet into his hands, staring at the numbers and letters printed next to each other like they'll show him the answers.
yup. definitely not something jujutsu sorcery teaches. definitely not something the strongest is taught.
he groans quietly, slumping against the wood of the chair as he watches his son pull the first page towards himself, tongue sticking out as he tries to at least solve the first five numbers. satoru tries writing something down something as well.
at least it's working wonders at tricking your little boy that maybe his dad can do more than basic math.
the boy did get your smarts, but he got satoru's attention span, unfortunately. after only ten minutes of scribbling, he lets out a big exhale, peering over the page satoru's solving on.
instead of the tangible answer, it's just a big heart with a note written in satoru's slanted handwriting on the blank space beneath one of the questions.
you're right let's get mama to help. your old man's an idiot this time. sowwy!
"yep…" your son concedes, sliding down from his chair to call you from the kitchen.
and there you are, in your little apron, hands still damp from the dishes, leaning over the math homework alongside your husband and son like it was a detective case.
"so…?" the two males ask in unison, peering back up at you. god, why did they have the same pair of blue eyes? you sigh, pulling the chair next to your son with an apologetic look in your eye.
"looks like we'll be here for a while. i forgot how to do this, too."
well, shit, satoru's never adored you more. and maybe he should leave the homework duty to you, next time.
synopsis: you’ve been involved in a sweet situationship with Toji Fushiguro for 3 years. Money and sex is the trade off for a life of luxury. Over the years you seem to have blurred the lines between sugaring and wanting a life with Toji.
cw: MDNI, toxic relationships, smut, cheating (Toji is married), age gap (reader in her 20s, Toji is in his 30s), oral (m&f receiving), mating press, dirty talk, fingering,public sex, degradation, choking, loss of virginity, porn with plot, (6.7k words)
[Part 1]
A/N: This is part 2 of Sugar Baby Hell! We take a look back at how you became to be a sugar baby and the aftermath of “cutting Toji off.”
Three weeks. Three weeks without Toji. You’ve never gone that long without speaking to him. You’d be lying if you said you were okay—you’re far from it. Toji is a drug you can’t quit, woven into everything you do. The way you dress, talk, even the way you pleasure yourself—it’s all because of him. You don’t even know if he tried to call or text, since you turned your phone off and avoided the apartments, choosing to lie low at Satoru’s. But today you have to grab clothes and stop relying on your friend. You head to the elevator and greet Rick, your palms sweaty. It’s midday,Toji should be at work—so there’s nothing to worry about.
“Has he been at the apartment?” You ask nervously, playing with the suitcase. Rick nods. You feel heartbroken. Maybe he cleaned it out or moved in a new girl.
“Is he here now?” You ask lips tremebling.
“No,” Rick replies. You take a deep breath and end the questions.
"Floor 26," he mumbles. You smile and pull your suitcase, heading to the apartment. It’s funny that after three years here, you’ve never seen your neighbors—a good thing. Once, Toji fucked you against the wall; if anyone had come out, you’d have died of embarrassment. You stop at your door and steady yourself. The lock clicks open under your finger. Inside, nothing’s changed. Smiling, you leave your suitcase by the door. You open your bedroom and spot Toji sitting on the edge of the bed. Your heart sinks—Rick definitely lied. Still, you stand tall.
“What-What are you doing here?”
“I own this apartment. I have the right to come and go as I please.” Toji replied, no hint of playfulness behind his words. You grab at your arm, trying not to make eye contact. Toji stands, and you feel yourself shrink.
“Where’ve you been?” He asks. You look towards the window.
“Did you even care I was gone? I’m sure your wife kept you company.”
Toji snickers. He fucking finds this funny? You cross your arms, feeling your blood boil. Toji stops in front of you, his hands buried in his pockets.
“Your bag is packed. Let’s go so we can make it in time for the jet.” Toji brushes past you without another word. Jet? Bags packed? What is he talking about? You shuffle out of the room to question him.
“Bunny, come on.” He holds his hand out, and you bite your lip, pondering your choices.
“I shouldn’t have said those things to you.” Toji sighs.
“They were hurtful.” You mumble. He nods.
“I know. I’m going to make it up to you....If you let me,” He replies. You look over his face, trying to read his eyes. They seem sincere. You nod and walk over, taking his hand. You’ll indulge in this trip, then cut him off. It’s what you deserve. A win is a win. You mentally pat yourself on the back. The car ride to the airport is quiet. Toji doesn’t let go of your hand. He kisses your knuckles and smiles. You reach into your bag and turn on your phone so you can let Satoru know your whereabouts.
You: I’m going on a trip.
Satoru: With what money?
You:....
Satoru: With him? Sugar Person?
You: Yes....last time. He owes me.
You slip your phone back into your bag. Toji sits back.
“Who was that?” Toji asks, rubbing your hand.
“A friend.”
“Right.” Toji mumbles. Is he jealous? You smile, feeling a small victory.
****
Toji holds your hips, watching you watch him. You play with his ears, smiling. He tilts his head, letting you run a finger down from his face, stopping on his lips. You clench, and he groans, pulling you down for a kiss, but you don’t give him the satisfaction. Toji chuckles and squeezes your hips.
“Remember when I inducted you into the Mile High Club.” He smirks. You nod, slowly moving your hips, earning another groan from him. How could you forget? Toji was your first for many things.
****
You placed your phone on the counter as the door chimed, alerting you to a new customer. You put on your best smile as the older man approached, slamming down his suit.
“Need that by 4 tits.” He said, looking at your chest, then the sign behind you. You rolled your eyes but took the suit.
“Would you like to pay up front or-”
“I’ll pay when I get back.” He walked away. You placed the suit on the hook and sent it to the back for dry cleaning. Your manager came out to complain about the new suit, but you ignored him and kept using your phone.
“Hey! I don’t pay you to be on your phone. I said no more dry cleaning! We are backed up!” He shouted, his face turning red with every word. You slammed your phone down to glare at him, and he went quiet.
“Dom.....I’ve never met anyone who complained about making more money. You sound stupid.”
"You’re a fucking brat, and I will fire you. Go clean up the laundromat," he snapped. Grabbing your phone, you walked next door. You need to calm down—you can’t afford to lose this job. It’s tied to your apartment and pays for college. The laundromat was empty except for two guys. Better here than dealing with entitled dry-cleaning customers.
“Put the fucking coins in first,” A guy shouted from the end of the washer aisle. He caught your attention immediately because of his striking white hair. You watched from the side as he stripped off his clothes along with his friend and stuffed their things in the washing machine. You walked over.
“Are you guys out of your fucking mind?”
“I have class in two hours. I need to use this machine.” The white-haired guy said, giving you a cheesy smile. He pulled his shades down to look at you. His blue eyes caught you off guard, but you knew who he was. Satoru Gojo, and that meant the guy next to him was his best friend, Suguru Geto. Popular and rich guys from your college. Suguru smirked.
“A girl threw an orange slushy on him. We don’t have time to go home and make it in time for class.” Suguru chuckled. You couldn’t hide your own giggles. Satoru rolled his eyes. You pointed at Suguru.
“Why did you also take off your clothes?”
“Her best friend threw a red one on me.” He smiled. You threw your head back laughing. You looked over at the two standing in their underwear.
“I can’t have two men standing in socks and underwear in a family environment.” You motioned for them to follow you after starting the machine.
“Twiddle Dee and Twiddle Dum, was that your first time using a machine?” You asked, while walking to the back room that held lost-and-found clothes. You looked through the bins while the two leaned against the desk and wall.
“Yes. We always have our clothes washed by Krista.” Satoru shrugged. You pulled a baby tee out and threw it at him.
“Krista is?” You asked, throwing a matching shirt to Suguru. Satoru looked at the shirt and back at you. It was an Ed Hardy baby tee with a tiger printed on the front. Suguru looked down at his before slipping it on. The shirts were extremely cropped, but it sent you into a giggling fit. Satoru swayed his hips after he slid into his own.
“Krista is our maid.”
“You’re a grown man, you should be doing your own cleaning.”
“I don’t have time. She’s been my nanny since I was little.” He shrugged, pulling on shorts. Suguru pulled on a pair of shorts as well. He sat down at the desk as you and Satoru bickered about responsibilities. You ended the argument by walking out to check on the machine. It stopped, and you were about to take the clothes out, but you pointed at the machine for Satoru. He pouted before pulling the clothes out and putting them in the dryer.
“It needs more coins? This is a scam!” He shouted, looking at you.
“Welcome to the rest of the world, big shot.” You said laughing. He looked in his wallet and then at Suguru.
“I don’t have coins anymore.”
“Oh well, now you will have to use that machine to get coins.”
“Scam,” Satoru shouted, walking away. You and Suguru walked back to the room. You sat at the desk, going over some study material. Satoru joined you guys.
“Fuck? You’re in that class. I had to drop it.” He said, pulling your calculus book away from you. He started looking at your notes.
“I’m curious. Are you on a scholarship?” He asked. You felt your face heat up before snatching your book back. Of course, you were on a scholarship; you attended a private college you could never have afforded. You worked a dead-end job to cover other expenses because, although you had a scholarship, it wasn't a full-ride.
“Yes.” You mumbled as you put your book back. Satoru looked at you, then Suguru.
“You’re gorgeous. I can get you a better-paying job.” Satoru said, leaning against the wall. You raised your eyebrow at him.
“I’m not going to be your fucking maid or anything like that.”
“No. No. There’s this club-”
“I’m out.”
“Hear me out. I’m a member, and so is Suguru. It’s safe.”
“Why would you need money?” You asked, crossing your arms.
"He’s cheap," Suguru laughs. Satoru exchanges numbers with you, and your friendship begins. You fall into a rhythm with them and soon become friends with Shoko. Now there are four, but you still feel left out—they’re well off while you struggle. You never ask for help, but sometimes they cover things. One night on Satoru’s couch, a thought pops up as he finishes his game. He tosses the controller and ruffles his hair.
“I want to try making extra money.”
“Yeah? Okay. We can go tonight. It’ll be fun.” He smiled. That was the only time you allowed Satoru to buy you clothes. He stated that the club had an image. AKA rich and attractive. You had the attractive part down. During your year of friendship with Satoru, he went on and on about how beautiful you were, and if you weren't friends, he would’ve moved on to you long ago. You smooth out your black satin dress that dips dangerously low in the back. Satoru takes your hand and leads you to the back of the club. A woman stops the two of you. She had white hair, braided in the front and back.
“Who’s this?” She pointed her chin toward you. Satoru smiled.
“Another pretty face.” He replied. She quinted and stared you down before approaching you. She turned your head to the right and then left. She stepped back, looked over your body, and gave a small nod, checking our rear end. She whistled.
“Satoru, you're requested in room 87. She can go to room 43. I’m Mei Mei. Welcome to the dollhouse, sweetheart. Tell her the rules, Bright Eyes,” She said, unlocking the door. You stepped inside with Satoru. He stopped at the top of the stone stairwell and turned to you.
“The dollhouse is exclusive. You know about Sugar Babies?” He asked. You nodded your head slowly.
“No real names. Pick a play name. Don't ever reveal your Sugar Person's name. So the rules are simple. If you are going to sleep with a Sugar person, rule One: get the money before sex. Two. Safe sex always; it doesn’t matter what they want! Be safe always! Three: Tell someone where you’re going. Four: Play it smart and know your limits. The last and most important rule. DO NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH THESE PEOPLE. Everyone is here for a good time.” Satoru rubbed your shoulders, but suddenly you felt uneasy. You rubbed your arm, not meeting his eyes. He cupped your face.
“Hey, we can leave. We don’t-”
“I want to. If I feel unsafe, I can leave, right?” you asked. He nodded.
“No one is going to force you to stay. You get up and walk out of the room.” He smiled, patting your cheek. You stopped chewing on your bottom lip and nodded. Satoru took your hand and led you downstairs. The deep bass from the music upstairs began to disappear as you took each step. It was replaced by your heart thumping away in your chest. You’re a virgin. You've never even had your first kiss, what if some guy wants to fuck you? You can say no. Satoru said you can leave at anytime. Mei Mei appeared behind you and threw an arm around you.
“I got it from here, Bright Eyes. Get to your room.” She smiled. You let go of his hand and gave him a half smile.
“Room 43, right?” Satoru asked, and Mei Mei nodded. Satoru gave you one more look before walking down the hall to room 87. Mei Mei waited until he was gone before her smile disappeared. She took your hand and walked you back upstairs.
“I thought-”
“I have somewhere else for you tonight, little bunny.” She laughed, bopping you on your nose. She led you back to the club and up the stairs to VIP. Her arm remained wrapped around your shoulder as you guys walked into a room on the top floor overlooking the dance floor. You nervously began pulling at your dress. The room had 4 men and two women. Mei Mei pulled you in and pushed you on the couch. You awkwardly looked around the room. Everyone was dancing or drinking. The men looked way older than you and the other females. Your gaze fell on the only man not entertaining anyone. He looked much younger than the other men, so you felt at ease. Mei Mei started smoking and talking to him. She leaned over and whispered to him. His dark green eyes lingered on you for a second, then went back to the entertainment in front of him. Mei Mei ashed her cigarette and stood up. She bent down and whispered in your ear.
“Be a good girl, Bunny.” She patted your cheeks and walked over to the rest of the group. The man across the room motioned for you to come over. You stood up and walked over to sit next to him. The scent of vanilla and oud hits your nose, making you swoon.
“How old are you?” He asked in a deep, alluring voice.
“21.” You replied. He nodded. The group in front of you was laughing and singing along to the lyrics.
“Do you know Mei Mei?” He asked, turning to you. You shook your head.
“I just met her.” You shouted over the music. The man pulled out a pack of cigarettes.
“It’s noisy, let’s step out so I can smoke and talk to you within the banshee yelling in the background.” He said, standing up. He was big, not just muscular but tall. He leaned over, grabbed his suit jacket, and you stood up, following him downstairs and out the back. He leaned on the wall and lit a cigarette while you stood there awkwardly.
“What’s your name?” He asked, blowing smoke out the side of his mouth.
“Bunny,” You replied quickly after remembering what Mei Mei called you. The man chuckled.
“Toji.” He introduced himself.
“Do you know Mei Mei?” You asked.
“She is an old acquaintance, I guess you could say,” He chuckled. Shivers ran down your spine.
“Can I have one?” You asked, pointing to his cigarette.
“You’re too pretty to be smoking. No.” He replied. You pouted.
“You sober?” He asked. You nodded. You took one shot with Satoru before coming here, but you were wide awake and able. Toji put his cigarette out against the brick wall before tossing it. He walked over and stopped in front of you. You looked up at him, blinking innocently.
“I want to fuck. If you want to as well, we should get out of here.” He stated flatly. There was that shiver again. You looked back at the door. Your hand started playing with the bunny charm on your phone. Toji leaned down and cupped your face.
“Look at me, Bunny. Tell me what you want.” He said, thumb running over your bottom lip. Your eyes looked at his watch, then back to his face. He chuckled and stepped back. He unhooked the watch and took your hand, placing it in your hand. Your jaw dropped. The black-and-gold Chanel watch had to cost a year's worth of tuition. You closed your hand around the watch and nodded.
The ride to the hotel was quiet. Satoru drove an expensive car, but Toji was in another league. Maybe because he was older and not using his parents' money like Satoru. Once you go to the hotel, you both shower separately. You sat on the bed in a robe, sending a quick location to Satoru. He liked your message, and you set your phone on the nightstand. The bathroom door opened to Toji, who was only wearing a towel. Your eyes drifted over his toned body and the dick print through his towel. He motioned you to come to the end of the bed, and you complied, crawling over. Toji sat down at the desk, and you got off the bed, walking over. You stopped between his thick thighs, staring down at him. He grabs your wrist, lowering you to your knees. Toji pulled his towel off, and you watch his cock spring into life. It was much bigger than you expected. The angry pink tip is already sprouting precum. Your eyes trail down the shaft, noticing the thick veins. Your eyes stare up at him, blinking. Toji smirked.
“Bunny, are you a virgin?” He asked with a smudge look. You looked away and nodded slowly.
“Jesus.”He mumblled, running his hand through his hair.
“But I can do it. Teach me how to do it.” You readjusted yourself on your knees. He looked down at you, running his thumb on your lips.
“What do you want me to do?” You whispered, kissing his thumb.
“Spit on it and use your hands, Bunny.” He stated. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself, but you can hear the blood coursing through your veins. You spit on the tip and use both your hands to stroke him, slowly spreading it down his shaft. One hand rests above the other as you concentrate on applying pressure. It’s so thick your thighs shake thinking about him entering you. Toji mumbled about your cold hands, which made you laugh.
“Open your pretty mouth, Bunny.” He whispered. You do as you told and open up. Toji traced your lips again before sliding his middle and pointer finger into your mouth. He pressed down on your tongue.
“I like a lot of spit.” He said, pushing his fingers further. You gagged, and he smirked as he continued twisting his fingers in your mouth until a lot of saliva gathered in it. With his other hand, Toji held your jaw and removed his fingers. You stopped jerking him off.
“Put it in.” He smirked. You sat up on your knees and eased his cock into your mouth. You widen your jaw to accommodate his size, and he groans.
“Bunny, don’t hurt yourself, baby.” He whispered, rubbing your cheek. You hummed before hollowing your cheeks. Toji closed his eyes and threw his head back. Virgin? There’s no way he thought as your head began to bob in his lap. Toji grabbed your hir, forcing you down, taking more into his mouth. When he hit the back of your throat, you choked and tried to pull off.
“That’s it, Bunny. Fuck,” He groaned. He let you come up, and you started licking around the tip, trying to get some air back into your lungs. You thought about the videos you watched and decided to follow them. You eased your mouth down his cock and pulled back up with a long slurp. You continued to jerk him and licked his cock from the base ot the tip and back down. Boldly, you decided to take his balls into your mouth, earning a strangled groan from the older male. Toji sat up and smirked.
“Bunny, where the fuck did you learn that, huh. You dirty little girl.” He smirled down at you as you went back to sucking his cock. He shoved your head down and twisted his hand in your hair, gagging you. Drool spilled from your mouth as you hummed and bobbed away.
“Fuck, baby. Who would have thought such a pretty girl would be so fucking nasty, huh? Sucking my cock like a pro. Take it.” He said through clenched teeth. Tears fell down your face at the force of his thrust and the way his cock hit the back of your throat. Your pussy was leaking onto your thighs as he used you like his personal fucking toy. Your hands rest on his thighs, jaw open, hair being pulled, and being called names has you rubbing your thighs together.
“You want me to fuck this pretty face until I cum down that tight fucking throat, huh?”n He asked fucking your mouth faster. You hummed and started playing with your own clit. Toji pulled your head off with a plop. Your chest was heaving as you looked up at him with smeared mascara and swollen lips. His green eyes looked down at you playing with yourself.
“What do you want, Bunny?” He asked. You felt nervous under his gaze now. Your finger stopped playing with your clit. You removed it from under your robe and licked your fingers.
“I want you to fuck me,” you said boldly. Toji tilted his head, not expecting that answer. He sat his hands on his thighs, watching you like a predator as you waited for his next command.
“You gonna give me that pussy, huh?” He asked. You nodded.
“Then get up. Show me. Come on, give me a show.” He whispered. You were being brave, but now the nervous butterflies came back, making your body heat up. You stood up and walked back to the bed, climbing on it. You looked over your shoulder, beckoning him with your eyes. You pulled your robe up, exposing your ass. You leaned forward, arching low to the bed, showing your dripping pussy. Toji stood up and walked over. Your left hand spreads your lips. Toji’s hand comes down on your right cheek, making you jolt forward and yelp.
“Look at that pretty fucking pussy.” He took his ring and middle finger, gliding them through your wet folds. Toji climbed onto the bed behind you, pushing you forward so he could enjoy you. You bit your lip when his mouth came in contact with your cunt. His tongue swirled around clit, and you gripped the blankets, slowly rocking against his face as he ate you out. A hand hit your ass, and you whimpered. Again. Again.
“That’s a good girl. Taste so fucking good.” Toji moaned. He flattened his tongue against your clit, sending what felt like electric jolts down your body. You cried out as your legs began to shake. Toji dragged his tongue from your clit down to your pussy entrance before sticking inside, letting you fuck his face. Every time you pushed back, you brushed against his nose, sending your tummy into ways. He slapped your ass and cried out. He sealed his lips around your clit and started sucking. Toji’s tongue rapidly flicked against your trapped clit, sending shockwave after shockwave until you buried your face in the blankets to scream as you came. His loud slurps mixed with your moans sent your body on a high you had never known. Toji pulled back to push two fingers into you before sitting up on the back, delivering another hard SMACK.
“Reach back, spread it open, Bunny.” He said as his fingers continued fucking you. You didn’t know if you could. Too slow, another SMACK. Your hands shook as you reached back and spread yourself for him.
“Bunny, you’re so fucking loud. Do you hear yourself, huh?” He said, curling his fingers, hitting a spot that you have never reached in your life. Your knees shook, and he pulled out.
“Get a condom, Bunny.” He said before sucking on his fingers. You turned over, staring up at him, your chest trying to return to a normal rate. He tilted his head.
“I don’t...I don’t have one.” You managed to speak. Toji ran his hand through his hair and chuckled.
“You came to the dollhouse and didn’t bring a fucking condom?”
“I didn’t know...” You whispered, feeling slightly embarrassed.
“Get up and get the one out of my jacket.” He said, slightly annoyed. You sat up and walked towards the chair where his clothes were. With every step, you felt like you were going to start leaking because of your oversensitive body. You reached into the breast pocket of his jacket and pulled out a condom. You walked back, and Toji told you to put it on. You ripped it open and rolled it down his cock. Toji pushed you onto the bed and settled between your legs.
“First time.” You reminded him gently.
“I’m not a fucking monster, baby.” He smiled. Toji grabbed his cock and untied your robe, exposing your whole body to him. He ran the head of his cock between your folds to gather your slick. He bent down, sucking on your nipple, then finally kissing your lips. Your first kiss. You did your best to follow him, which earned him some chuckles. But Toji’s kisses distracted you enough so he could slide into you. Your legs, out of instinct, began to close. He sucked on your tongue, trying his best to get your head away from the pain of him stretching you. Tears rolled down the sides of your face, and he swallowed your cries.
“It’s okay, baby. Focus up here for a bit, yeah?” He said, brushing your lips against his. Your nails dug into his back as he pushed another thick inch into your tight pussy. He nudged his nose against your cheek.
“Breathe, baby. You gotta breathe.” He reminded you. You let out all the air. You had been holding, and at the same time, Toji pushed every inch inside of you. You buried your face in his neck, screaming. This was a mistake. You’re not supposed to do this. Your walls began to flutter around his cock like hummingbird wings. You could feel your pulse in your neck, wrist, and throat. Toji kissed your lips and then your sweat-covered hairline. You ran your nails up and down his back, taking a deep breath. The worst part is over. You nod silently, answering Toji. He dragged his cock out slowly and pushed it back in. In and out so slow until he found a good rhythm. When you began to move your hips on your own, he knew that you were ready. The pain for you disappeared almost as quickly as it came as you began to hump him back.
“Fuck. Bunny. You’re so tight, baby. Talk to me.”
“Feels good.” You squeezed his broad shoulders.
“No, baby. You can do better than that.” He chuckled. You opened your eyes to look up at him.
“Faster.” You mumbled shyly. He started moving faster, but smiling down at you made you look away.
“No Bunny, look at me. Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me harder. I want you to go deeper.” You cried out. Toji groaned and held your hips down as he began jackhammering into your pussy.
“That’s a good fucking girl, yeah?” Toji said through clenched teeth. Your legs wrapped around him as he bent down and kissed your lips. You felt so full of him, and your mind couldn’t wrap your head around this new sensation. Everywhere was too hot and too fast, but you needed it. Your teeth clash against his, which made him pull back and look down at you, not breaking eye contact as he destroyed your cunt.
“Fuck baby, keep squeezing like that.” He kissed your neck. You felt your lower belly flutter with sensations indicating you were due for another orgasm.
“Go ahead cum, Bunny.” He bites down on your shoulder, and you release, mouth falling open silently, letting yourself release. Toji gives you gentle nicks along your jawline. The sound of your moans drove him up the wall. He has so much he wanted to do with you tonight.
“I want to feel it,” You whine, holding his face. Toji slows down, slowly circling his hips.
“Feel what, baby?”
“I want it raw.” You replied so innocently that Toji almost came right then.
“Fucking kidding me right now? You want it raw, Bunny.” Toji pulled out and sat back on his knees. You pushed up on your elbows, nodding. You had no idea where this confidence was coming from, but Toji was pulling it out of you.
“Take it off then,” Toji said. You crawled over and pulled the condom, soaked with your own cum, off of his cock. You tossed it, lay back down, and spread your legs. Your middle finger started rubbing your clit in circles. Toji smirked and took his place, smacking your hands away.
“Are you on birth control?”
You shook your head, biting your lip. Toji pushed the head of his cock, and your back arched from the bed. This was better. This was so much better, you thought. Your legs wrapped around him as he entered you slowly.
“Bunny, you're trying to trap me, baby?” He asked, burying his face in your neck.
“No, I want to feel you inside of me. I want to feel you filling me up so deep.”
“What the actual fuck.” Toji groaned, pushing himself to the hilt. You went from innocent to saying filthy shit, and Toji had to catch himself. Poor little you thought you would be able to handle him, but Toji opened your world up that night in more ways than one. After he came inside of you the first time, there was no holding back. You talked too much game and weren’t able to hang with his insane libido. You lost track after your 4th orgasm; it seemed like time blended into one big fucking blur. The sheets were covered in all of you, your drool, sweat, his semen, your essence, and your innocence, laid all over the soaking bed. Toji continued bouncing you on his cock. Your head lay on his head as he taught you how to ride him.
“You’re not a quitter. Keep going. You wanted this, right?” Toji grabbed your hair, and you nodded. Your thighs hurt, your pussy couldn’t stop pulsing around his cock, drilling into you every so often, kissing your cervix. You buckled over as another wave hit you. Toji quickly took control when your body gave out on you and shook with aftershocks. Your jaw hung open as he used you like his personal fuck toy, and you couldn’t form a coherent thought. He absolutely fucked you stupid on your first night with him. The night/morning ended with a long hot bath, a change of sheets, and a sugar daddy.
You sat between Toji’s legs, your legs spread open, lying on his massive thighs. You were definitely curious about his workout routine. You considered yourself in good shape, but he was insane, and the stamina he showed you tonight meant you would have to keep up. Your thighs tightened as he kissed your earlobe. You held his phone in your hand, scrolling through Vivienne Westwood’s website.
“How many items do you think you can get in the cart before I make you squirt?” He asked. You chewed your lip as his middle finger continued rubbing your clit.
“30.” You immediately started throwing things into the cart. You made it to 14. After that night, things happened fast. One week later, you were moved into a penthouse, and everything from your cart was in your living room, wrapped neatly. You didn’t have to go back to the Dollhouse because you and Toji reached an agreement. He paid for your last year of college, and you became absorbed in everything Toji Fushiguro.
****
You lean back, placing your hands on Toji’s knees, riding him as the plane descends.
“Fuck. Ride it like it’s yours. Is it yours?”
“It’s mine. This cock is mine.” You bounce up and down on his shaft. Toji grabs the front of your neck and pulls you close for a kiss. He begins rubbing your clit. The sounds you two are making have the crew blush.
“This is mine. You fucking ignoring me for three weeks. You’re out of your fucking mind. This is my pussy, and when I fucking call you, I expect you to be present. You’re so fucking lucky the plane is landing, or I would be pushing you face down on the back room bed.” He says his face is so close to yours. He squeezes your neck, and you start chasing your own orgasm. Toji pinches your clit, earning a yelp.
“Is this pussy mine?” He asks, biting your bottom lip and pinching your clit harder. You nod your head.
“Speak when I ask you a question,Bunny.”
“Yes. Yes, it’s yours.” You cry. Toji releases your lip and clit and lets you fall forward as you cum hard. The captain announces the landing as Toji fills you up. He rubs your back as your eyes get heavy.
Toji takes you to his beach house, and you are over the moon. One whole week with each other, no interruptions. You get to wake up in his arms, go on walks together, and have breakfast like a couple. But you’re not a couple, and every time his phone rings that familiar ringtone, you die inside. It’s day 4, and you convince Toji to take you to the local coffee shop. You hand him a cup.
“What the fuck is this?” He looks down at the creamy drink. You smile up at him.
“It's called a banana-”
“No. You know I only like black coffee. I don’t need this extra shit. I hate sweet stuff.” He rolls his eyes, hanging it back. You tilt your head.
“You don’t hate everything sweet.” You lick your lips. Toji smirks and bends down to kiss your lips. You hand him the correct drink and take yours. You guys make your way down the boardwalk, and you stop in front of a tattoo and piercing shop. You’re only wearing a binki top and shorts. You check yourself out in the window and put your shades on top of your head. You touch your nipple before sliding your hand down between your legs.
“I want piecing.” You turn to Toji. He raises his eyebrow at you.
“Where?”
“On my clit-”
“You’re out of your mind. Let’s go.” He holds out his hand.
“But I heard it feels good for both of us.”
“I’m not letting anyone see you like that.” He grumbles, walking away.
“Even a girl?” You ask. He turns his head.
“Bunny, please don’t push me too far, baby.” He holds his hand out. You pull your shades down, giggling. You’ll revisit that with Satoru. He would definitely get a matching piece on his dick. You haven’t heard from him since landing. A part of you feels like he is pissed, but Toji apologized, you're moving forward. You shake your head. No. After this trip, you’re done with him. That night, Toji takes you out for dinner and hands you a necklace. It’s a diamond Chanel necklace with a dangling lock. He puts it on you and kisses your neck.
“Is this your way of saying you want to keep me locked down?” You joke. Toji’s green eyes darken, and he sits back smirking.
“Smart girl.” He replies before that irritating ringtone interrupts. You push your dessert around while he speaks to his wife.
“Call the cops. Why are you calling me? What? Alright. Alright!” Toji ends the call, and you feel it. You know it. Your happiness is over, and he has to return to her. He talks, but you don’t hear him; not over the sound of your heart breaking. Toji kisses your temple and walks away. A single tear rolls down your face, but you’re quick to wipe it away as the waiter comes over with champagne. You take the next day to spend alone before boarding the jet and heading back to your apartment. Satoru joins you to help you pack, but he spends it complaining about your choices in men. You tell him there’s only one man and he tells you that’s the problem.
“Since you’re cutting this guy off, I have a tutoring job for you. It would be working with me. The older daughter is bombing calculus, and I know how good you are, so I put in a word for you.”
“Your family is loaded. Why are you doing odd jobs, and why do you have a Sugar Person?” You snap. Satoru smiles.
“To stay rich, I don’t touch my own money. It’s called being smart.” His cheeky smile makes you throw a shoe at him.
“It’s called being cheap.” You laugh, rolling your eyes. Next week, you meet Satoru at the address of the tutoring gig. It is massive. He did tell you they pay well, so maybe this will cover your rent for your old apartment and help you buy out the rest of your penthouse lease. You ring the doorbell, and a woman answers.
“Oh, you must be Satoru’s friend. Come in. The kids are upstairs, and Satoru is getting a snack.” The woman laughs. You smile and nod. Satoru comes out from the right, chewing loudly and obnoxiously.
“Children,” The woman calls. You follow her to the grand stairwell and stop, causing Satoru to bump into you.
“Jeez, what-” He stops when he sees your face. He follows your gaze to the family portraits along the wall. No. That’s not possible. Toji never said anything about children. But his portrait stares down at you, judging you with the green eyes you’ve come to love. The front door opens, and everyone turns to look.
“Dad’s home.” The woman says, turning and walking over. Toji stands in the doorway. His eyes briefly look at you before his wife pulls him in for a kiss. You feel bile shoot up, and you grab Satoru’s wrist.
“Hey. Let’s get out of here. You look like you’re about to blow chunks.” He bends down, whispering. But you're stuck. Your heart is crumbling entirely too fast for your brain to keep up. Toji’s eyes avoid you as his children run over. His daughter hugs him while his son, a spitting image, stands there awkwardly. You’re digging your nails into Satoru.
“Is she okay?” His wife asks. Satoru mumbles about fresh air and walks you to the backyard. When the cool air hits your face, you wake up from your trance. You suck in air as if you've been sucker punched. Satoru catches you, holding you steady.
“Is that son of a bitch your sugar person?” He asks through clenched teeth. You can’t respond because you’re trying to learn to breathe again.
What to do now? 😭 Do you think his wife knows about Bunny?
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