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Synopsis: The betrayal. Choso's brother told him you had kissed him? I mean, he hasn't made enough time for you, sure. But you went after his younger brother? He was beyond upset, but when you tell him what actually happened, it's too late for him to back out.
Content Warning: Switch Choso, JealousChoso!, post orgasm torture, overstimulation, crying, knife play, blood play, nicknames (Cho for Choso and Pretty for reader), dub con, degradation, Choso is called a pain slut once, slapping, creampie.
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a/n: Hello, hello! I made this for my very sick friend @luvchosooo, and I hope you just enjoy this! not proofread and if you want to be in the taglist, comment and I'll be sure to tag you in the next one!!
You had been Choso’s girlfriend for a while, yet you felt like he never had time for you. Like you had been on his back burner, and he never had time for you. His brother, Yuji Itadori, often came around, and when you could tell the boy had a crush on you, you decided to give him what he wanted. I mean, it was only a compliment and a kiss on the cheek. After all, your boyfriend probably wouldn’t mind too; besides, he cares about his brother so much.
When Choso hung out with Yuji, he could tell something was off with his brother. When he asked him why he looked so excited lately, Yuji confessed that he had a crush on you and you had kissed him, before Yuji could clarify that it was a kiss on the cheek, Choso was already storming off, on his way to confront you.
When he got home, you were sitting at the kitchen island, a wine glass in hand. “Hi Cho. I thought you were hanging out with Yuji today?” You asked, your back still to him. Choso closed the distance between you in four strides, anger radiating off of him in waves. “What did you do with my brother?” He asked, your brows furrowed. “Huh? Cho, what are you-” Choso grabbed you by the shirt, pulling you close to him.
“y/n, now is not the fucking time to be playing coy right now.” The confused expression slowly faded from your face, and you giggled. Then, your giggles turned to full-on laughter in his face. “A-are you serious right now?” His expression darkened, and his grip on your shirt tightened, yanking you closer and causing the wine glass to shatter on impact. “Does it look like I’m fucking around with you?” You frowned, looking at the red wine pooling at your feet, staining your socks. “You’ve wasted good wine, Cho.” Your nonchalance only angered him further, seeing as you were completely unbothered by him holding you by the collar of your shirt.
Choso’s jaw tightened as you were more worried about spilt wine, rather than answering his question. He angrily flipped you over, pressing your belly against the island, holding your head against the granite counter with one hand, pulling your shorts down with the other. “Fucking slut. Just need to get your hands on a man so bad that you would go after my brother?” He spat, pulling his pants and boxers down just enough to get his cock out. His fingers roughly entered your mouth, coating them in spit, then stroking his cock.
“Aww, you still care about my comfort while you’re actively trying to force yourself onto me.” You said, condescendingly, and that made Choso even angrier, and when his cock poked at your entrance. He doesn’t ease you into it like he normally would, allowing you time to adjust to the thickness of his cock. But he didn’t, not today. He sank deep into you, your body tensing at the intrusion, but it didn’t stop Choso. He started to snap his hips back and forth, his thrusts angry and deep, your body grinding against the counter every time he fucked into you.
Your hand found the edge of the counter, your knuckles turning white. Choso huffed, his hips angrily fucking deep into you. You felt something sharp and cold pressing against your thigh. “What’s that?” You asked, your brows furrowed, not being able to move your head to see. “Oh, now you’re concerned by a threat? I’m not threatening to you?” You laughed. “Cho, you couldn’t threaten me if you tried.” You hissed as you felt the cold metal breaking skin. “What’s the matter? Can’t take a little cut?” Choso asked, condescending as he continued to fuck deep into you. You groaned, refusing to give him the satisfaction. You used your leg and hips to push him backwards, causing him to pull out of you, and he fell on his ass.
“You’re trying to prove a point, whatever. But you’re so jealous that you couldn’t even let me finish my sentence.” You said, picking up the knife he had dropped out of surprise. Blood was trickling down your knee. You scooped some up, straddling his hips and stuffing your blood-soaked fingers in his mouth. Choso tried to reach for the knife, but you pulled it away from his hand and pressed it against his jugular vein. “Come on, Cho. You can be mad, but don’t you like living, breathing, and trying to fuck me? I mean, you were inside of me, sure, but you were hardly fucking me right.”
Your hips raised, and you slowly sank onto his cock, and he groaned. You ground your clit against him, enjoying the feeling of being full. Choso’s jaw went slack, and you smiled. “Oh Cho, you can’t take it or somethin’? You seemed so ready when you had me bent over the table.” He moved to get closer to you, but the threat of the knife poking deeper into his neck kept him still. He couldn’t move his body closer to yours, not without allowing the knife to potentially puncture his jugular vein and bleed him dry. Your hips bounced, and you bit your bottom lip, using him as a toy to get yourself off effectively.
“F-fuck, wait.” Choso managed to mumble out, his own release closer than he had originally anticipated. “Aww, what’s the matter? You can’t take it?” Choso whimpered, nodding his head as much as he could without impaling his throat on the metal blade. His eyes locked with yours, big and watery. “Wa..wait!” You could feel his cock twitching inside of you. He was close, but you weren’t. You were going to use him until you were satisfied. “You’re already close? Fucking pathetic. I mean, you were trying to fuck me, and I say trying as in desperately humping my cunt to get you off.”
Choso whined, his head falling back as he came, his hips stuttering up to meet yours that continued to bounce. His hands move to still your hips, but you moved the knife, pressing it deep against his collarbone, breaking his skin. “You stop me, and I swear to you I’ll go deeper.” Choso groaned, his hands falling limp at his sides. Your free hand swiped the blood that began to leak from his collarbone and shoved your fingers in his mouth, the same way he did to you. Choso’s tongue greedily lapped up his blood, sucking on your fingers. He mumbled something that sounded like a half-assed protest.
“What’s the matter, Cho?” You asked mockingly, feeling him cum deep inside of you. But you were not even close, and you just had to teach him a lesson. His hips stilled, and tears bubbled in his eyes. “Please-! I-I need a break!!” He sobbed around your fingers, but Choso’s cries only fueled your hips, making you go faster. His back arched, and he groaned, fat tears rolling down his face. Choso forced his eyes to close, hoping that he could keep himself from losing his mind.
“Oh, poor Choso. Do you want to know what really happened between your brother and me?” Your fingers were still in his mouth, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and you leaned in, getting closer to his ear. “All I did was kiss him on the cheek, and you came in here all hot. I bet you didn’t even let your brother finish telling you what happened. I mean, he’s a sweet boy, nothing like his jealous brother.” You said, grinding your clit against his pelvic bone, tightening around his cock. Choso began to hyperventilate, the pleasure being too much for him.
“Oh, don’t start with the crocodile tears now. You weren’t doing all of that crying when you barged in here and spilt my wine.” You said, feeling your own orgasm building. “Do you want me to stop?” You teased, and he nodded, opening his eyes and looking up at you. “You better hope I cum soon, and I’m satisfied with that.” His legs began to shake, and he wanted to pull away, but he couldn’t; not with you on top of him. “P-pretty, please.” He said around your fingers, and you laughed. “Now I’m pretty? 20 minutes ago, I was an attention-seeking whore.”
You continued to bounce on his cock, taking your spit-soaked hand out of his mouth and slapping him, hard. A moan left his lips, and your eyebrows raised. “So you’re a pain slut as well? Oh my day just keeps getting better.” You slapped him again, and you felt him twitch inside of you again. “You can’t be ready to cum again. You can’t even make me cum first, and you’re already on your second?” He nodded rapidly, drool slipping from between his lips.
Choso tried to plead and beg for mercy, but you didn’t stop, not when you were so fucking close. He sobbed, his cock exploding, filling you up again. As you bounced, some of his cum began to seep out of you, the most obscene noises coming from where the two of you are intimately connected. Choso’s hips jerked, and his cries got louder. “Oh f-fuck, Pretty, I can’t take it!” Your hand came down across his face. “You can and you will.”
Choso’s legs began to shake, and you smiled, tightening around him. “Do you want me to cum?” You asked him, voice sweet like honey. Choso nodded, his breathing shaky. “P-please cum on my cock.” You smile, looking down at his pathetic face. His tear-soaked face and wobbling bottom lip pushed you over the edge. You moaned loudly, back arching as you came, accidentally forcing a third orgasm from Choso. Cum was barely coming out of his tip now. Your legs shook, and you relaxed for a second before standing up, three loads dripping from your cunt and onto his poor aching cock. Choso’s body finally relaxed, convulsing slightly from the aftershocks.
“Now make sure you clean up that perfectly good wine you wasted.”
Word Count - 1.6K
Taglist: @luvchosooo,@delphiakira,@nerokuro
@ yourm0om est 2025 - all rights reserved. do not copy on any platform
︵ ೀ mdni. you and shoko always casually made out at parties but that stopped after she started dating suguru, until one night she invites you to join them and you end up as their plaything ( threesome / being used by them )
the parties were always the same.
loud music, dim lights, too much alcohol, and the two of you ending up in some dark corner like it was inevitable. it started with teasing, a smirk from shoko, then her pulling you close by the waist. your lips would crash together—messy, hungry, tasting like cheap vodka and cigarettes.
her hands always found their way under your shirt, fumbling with the clasp of your bra while you gasped into her mouth. she’d squeeze your tits roughly, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they hardened under her touch. you’d moan softly, pressing closer, grinding against her thigh just a little, but it never went further than that.
clothes stayed mostly on. hands wandered, but never below the waist. it was always rushed, sloppy, and over too fast—someone would call shoko’s name or the music would change and you’d both pull away laughing, lips swollen, cheeks flushed.
“just messing around,” shoko would say with that lazy smile, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. but for you… it was never just messing around.
every time her fingers slipped under your bra and pinched your nipple, you ached for more. every time she sucked on your tongue and squeezed your tits like she owned them, you wished she would push you against the wall and actually fuck you. you wanted her hands between your legs, wanted her mouth on your skin, wanted her to take you somewhere private and make you hers for real.
but you never said it. you swallowed it down, smiled like it was nothing, and told yourself it was just fun.
until it wasn’t anymore. because shoko started dating suguru.
it made perfect sense. they looked so good together—the two college heartthrobs. shoko with her effortless cool, cigarette dangling from her lips, pretty eyes and that lazy smile. suguru with his long dark hair, calm confidence, and that beauty that made people stare.
they fit. they looked like they belonged on magazine covers, like the kind of couple everyone secretly envied. when they walked into a room together, heads turned.
and now the corner makeouts stopped completely. now she sits in his lap at parties, kissing him slow and deep while his hands rest on her hips. you watch from the side, nursing your drink, trying to ignore the sharp twist in your chest every time she moans softly against his mouth.
you told yourself it didn’t bother you. you smiled when they told you they were official. you even teased them about how disgustingly cute they looked together.
but tonight, the jealousy feels like a live wire under your skin.
you’re all back at suguru’s apartment after another loud night out. the lights are low, music still playing softly from someone’s phone. you’re sitting on the couch with too sugary drink in your hand, watching them.
shoko is straddling suguru’s lap, kissing him slow and deep, the kind of kiss that makes everything else disappear. her fingers are tangled in his long dark hair, hips rolling slowly against him as their tongues slide together wetly. every soft sound she makes hits you like a punch.
you look away, cheeks burning, but your eyes keep drifting back. you remember how her hands felt on your chest, how she used to pinch and knead your tits until you were panting. but now those hands are on him.
shoko eventually pulls back for air, lips shiny and swollen. her eyes find you across the couch and she tilts her head, studying your face.
“you’ve been quiet,” she says. “jealous?”
you shrug, trying to play it cool. “no, i’m not jealous.”
shoko lets out a soft laugh. she leans back against suguru’s chest, still straddling him, and looks at you with that familiar lazy smirk.
“liar. i know you.”
before you can protest, she slides off suguru’s lap and crawls over to you on the couch. her hand comes up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing your bottom lip. without another word, she leans in and kisses you.
it’s slow at first, almost teasing, her lips soft and warm against yours. then she deepens it, tongue slipping into your mouth like she’s reminding you exactly what you’ve been missing. you can’t help the small sound that escapes you when she sucks lightly on your tongue.
when she finally pulls back just enough to speak, her breath fans over your wet lips.
“you missed it, didn’t you?” she murmurs. her fingers slide into your hair, tugging gently. “missed the way i kiss you.” she nips at your bottom lip. “my hands on you… the way we used to mess around at parties?
you feel your face heat up, embarrassment and want mixing together. shoko smiles against your mouth, clearly enjoying how flustered you are. suguru watches the two of you from the other side of the couch, a small amused smile playing on his lips.
“it’s okay,” she whispers, kissing you again, slower this time. “you don’t have to lie to me, baby.”
the kiss quickly turns deeper. shoko’s tongue slides against yours, while her hand slips under your shirt, palm warm against your stomach, and you shiver. she smiles into the kiss when she feels it.
without breaking away, shoko reaches for the hem of her own shirt and tugs it off. her bra is simple and black, but it looks perfect on her. she tosses the shirt aside and immediately returns to your mouth, kissing you harder now, more eager.
“your turn,” she murmurs against your lips.
her fingers are gentle but sure as she pulls your shirt up and over your head. the cool air hits your skin, making you feel exposed, but shoko doesn’t let you dwell on it. she kisses you again, deeper, while her hands roam over your bare waist and up to your chest. she squeezes your breasts through your bra, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they harden.
“so pretty,” she breathes. “always so pretty for me.”
you’re both breathing heavier when shoko pulls back just enough to look at suguru.
“she can join, right?” she asks, voice husky but soft.
suguru’s eyes go dark and he nods once. “yeah. come here.”
shoko grins and takes your hand, guiding you both toward him. suguru shifts on the couch, spreading his legs wider so there’s room. he pulls shoko onto his lap first, then gently tugs you until you’re straddling one of his thighs, facing shoko.
now you’re both on suguru’s lap—chest to chest, knees bracketing his thick thighs. shoko doesn’t waste time. she cups your face and kisses you again. your breasts press together, only thin fabric separating you. you can feel the heat of suguru’s body beside you, his hands resting lightly on both your waists.
suguru’s his gaze is heavy as shoko’s tongue slides into your mouth and you moan softly. then his hands start moving—one palm strokes up shoko’s back while the other caresses your side, thumb brushing just under your breast.
shoko breaks the kiss only to trail her lips along your jaw, then down to your neck. you tilt your head, gasping when she sucks lightly on your neck. suguru’s hand slides higher, finally cupping your breast from behind, squeezing gently while shoko kisses lower.
“look at you two,” suguru murmurs. “so fucking pretty together.”
his other hand rests on shoko’s hip, encouraging her as she rocks against his thigh. you’re both breathing hard, lips swollen, skin flushed. shoko pulls you back into another deep kiss, tongues tangling messily while suguru’s hands explore—one kneading your breast, the other sliding down shoko’s spine.
you feel surrounded. wanted. the jealousy from earlier slowly melts into something hotter, sweeter.
shoko smiles against your mouth and whispers, “missed you so much, baby.”
while you’re still lost in shoko’s kiss, suguru leans closer. his lips find the side of your neck. he presses open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin, tongue tracing lightly as he sucks gentle marks. you whimper into shoko’s mouth, their caresses making your head spin.
suguru kisses down your shoulder, then hooks his fingers into the front of your bra and tugs it down, freeing your breasts. before you can even gasp, his hot mouth closes around your nipple.
you moan loudly, back arching instinctively. suguru sucks gently at first, then harder, tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. the wet heat of his mouth combined with the slight scrape of his teeth makes your thighs shake.
shoko finally pulls back from the kiss just enough to look down between you. her eyes darken when she sees suguru’s mouth on your tit.
“fuck, that’s hot,” she breathes.
shoko watches the whole thing with dark, hooded eyes. she slides one hand down your stomach, fingers teasing the waistband of your pants. “can i touch you here?” she asks and when you nod desperately, she doesn’t hesitate.
shoko slips her hand inside your pants. her fingers immediately find how wet you already are, and she lets out a satisfied sound. “fuck… you’re so wet,” she says. “all this just for us?”
her middle finger drags slowly through your folds, gathering wetness before circling your clit with light, teasing strokes. when you twitch against her she kisses you again. shoko smiles against your lips. “so sensitive tonight.”
after a moment, shoko slides one finger lower and pushes it inside you, curling it slowly. you clench around her instantly, hips twitching forward into her hand. she adds a second finger, thrusting them in and out at a steady pace while her thumb keeps rubbing your clit.
“that’s it,” she whispers, kissing the corner of your mouth. “ride my fingers, baby. let us hear how good it feels.” shoko’s pace quickens slightly, fingers curling perfectly against that spot inside you with every thrust while she kisses you again and again, swallowing your moans.
at some point the night blurred into a haze of pleasure. you’re still on suguru’s lap, back pressed to his chest, completely drunk on them both. shoko’s fingers have been inside you for what feels like hours—curling, thrusting, rubbing your clit until you’re shaking and sobbing through another orgasm. every time you think you can’t take any more, suguru’s big hand wraps loosely around your throat, holding you in place while shoko pushes you over the edge again.
you’re their perfect little plaything tonight, and you’ve stopped pretending you want anything else.
when shoko finally pulls her fingers out, you whine at the loss, body twitching. she just smiles and brings her slick fingers to her own mouth to taste you. “she’s ready,” shoko says softly as she looks at suguru.
suguru doesn’t need to be told twice. he shifts you forward on the couch so you’re on your hands and knees, still facing shoko. his large hands grip your hips, pulling your ass back toward him. you hear the sound of his belt and zipper, then feel the blunt, fat head of his cock pressing against your soaked entrance.
shoko watches with amusement, kneeling in front of you on the couch. she takes both of your hands in hers, lacing your fingers together tightly.
“breathe, baby,” she murmurs, thumbs stroking the back of your hands. “let him in.”
suguru pushes forward and the stretch is immediate and intense. his cock is thick—much thicker than shoko’s fingers—and you feel every inch as he slowly sinks into you from behind. your mouth falls open, eyes wide as the burn blooms deep inside you. he’s so big it almost hurts, but the pleasure is hotter.
“fuck… so tight,” suguru groans lowly, voice strained as he bottoms out, hips flush against your ass.
shoko’s smile widens, clearly enjoying the way your face twists. she leans in and kisses your open mouth, swallowing the moan that finally escapes you.
“look at you,” she coos against your lips, still holding your hands. “taking his cock so well. your pretty little mouth falling open like that… so cute.”
suguru starts moving—slow, deep thrusts that rock your entire body forward with every snap of his hips. every time he drives back in, your tits bounce and your breath catches. shoko stays right there, holding both your hands firmly so you have something to anchor yourself to while suguru fucks you from behind.
“that’s it,” shoko whispers, eyes locked on your face. “let him fuck you. rock forward for me, baby… just like that.”
you do exactly what she says, pushing back to meet suguru’s thrusts and rocking forward into shoko’s space with every movement. she keeps watching, mesmerized, occasionally leaning in to kiss you while suguru’s pace gradually turns harder, deeper.
the wet sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixed with your moans and suguru’s grunts. shoko never lets go of your hands, squeezing them tighter every time suguru hits that perfect spot inside you and makes your eyes roll back.
“good girl,” suguru growls from behind, one hand sliding up to grip your hair gently. “taking me so fucking well.”
shoko laughs softly, pressing another kiss to your parted lips. “keep moaning like that,” she teases. “i could watch you get fucked by him all night.”
after a while, suguru slows his thrusts and pulls out with a wet sound. you whine at the sudden emptiness, but he’s already manhandling you gently, turning you around to face him. “come here.” he sits back on the couch and pulls you onto his lap so you’re straddling him, chest to chest. “ride me.”
you’re so drunk on pleasure that you barely register how quickly you obey. your hands brace on his broad shoulders as you sink down onto his thick cock again. the stretch is still intense, but your body is so wet and used that he slides in easier this time.
shoko settles on one of suguru’s thick thighs so she’s pressed flush against your back. her bare breasts are hot against your skin, nipples hard as they brush along your spine. one of her arms wraps around your waist while her other hand slides down between your bodies.
“keep riding him, baby,” she whispers right against your ear. “let me feel you.”
you start moving—slow, shaky rolls of your hips as you ride suguru’s cock. every time you sink down, he groans deeply, hands gripping your thighs to help guide you. shoko’s fingers find your clit from behind, rubbing slick circles while she grinds herself against suguru’s thigh, her soaked pussy sliding wetly over his skin.
shoko’s warm breasts press tighter against your back with every roll of her hips. her breath is hot on your neck as she kisses and bites gently along your shoulder. her fingers never stop teasing your clit, occasionally dipping lower to feel where suguru’s thick cock stretches you open.
you’re completely drunk on them. your mind has gone hazy, eyes half-lidded, lips parted as soft, helpless moans keep falling from your mouth. you barely register anything except the heat, the stretch, and the constant pleasure.
“so good,” suguru groans. his hands squeeze your hips, helping you bounce on him harder. “look at you… taking my cock so deep.”
shoko hums in agreement, pressing her chest firmer against your back as she grinds faster on his thigh. her fingers move quicker on your clit, slick sounds filling the air.
“she’s so out of it,” shoko laughs softly, kissing the back of your neck. “completely drunk on us. aren’t you, baby? just letting us use this pretty body however we like.”
you can only whimper in response, head falling back against shoko’s shoulder as you keep riding suguru.
“tell us how you like it, baby,” suguru says. “you want it deeper? faster?”
shoko leans in closer, lips brushing your ear from behind. “yeah… use your words,” she teases softly. “tell us what feels good. you want me to keep playing with your pretty clit while you ride his cock?”
you try to answer.
your mouth opens, but only a soft, hazy whimper comes out. your mind is too foggy, body too overwhelmed with pleasure. every nerve is sparking, your thoughts melted into nothing but heat and the feeling of being used so perfectly between them. you can barely form a single coherent word.
“i… ah— i…” is all you manage.
shoko lets out a quiet, fond laugh against your neck. “aww, listen to her,” she coos, clearly amused by how gone you are. “can’t even speak anymore. so cute.”
she slides her free hand up to cup your jaw, gently turning your face toward her. she kisses you again. her tongue slips into your mouth, tasting every helpless little sound you make while suguru keeps rocking you steadily on his cock.
“it’s okay, baby,” she whispers, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “you don’t have to say anything. we already know exactly what you need.”
suguru leans forward to kiss your collarbone, then looks up at shoko with dark eyes. “she’s clenching so hard around me. keep touching her. i want to feel her cum on my cock.”
shoko smiles against your skin and circles your clit faster. “don’t worry,” she purrs, voice dripping with heat. “we’re nowhere near done with her yet.”
sometime later, you’re completely spent.
your body has gone limp, limbs heavy and trembling from the endless waves of pleasure. you’ve lost count of how many times they made you cum—on suguru’s cock, on shoko’s fingers, between their mouths and hands. every inch of you feels used, warm, and satisfied in the best kind of way.
you barely have the strength to keep your eyes open anymore.
shoko notices first. she presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, brushing damp strands of hair away from your face. “you’re done, huh?” she whispers fondly, voice still a little breathless. “poor baby… we wore you out.”
you manage a tiny, hazy nod, eyes already fluttering shut. the last thing you feel is shoko carefully pulling you down onto the couch, laying you on your side so you’re comfortable. she tucks a blanket over your naked body.
“sleep. we’ve got you.”
your eyelids grow heavier. the world starts to fade. through the sleepy haze, you catch the soft sounds beside you.
shoko lets out a quiet moan as suguru pulls her closer. you barely manage to crack your eyes open just enough to see them. suguru has shoko on her back right next to you, his large body covering hers. he’s kissing her deeply, while he pushes inside her.
shoko’s back arches, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she wraps her legs around his waist. “suguru…”
he groans low in his throat, hips starting to move in deep, steady strokes. the wet sound of skin meeting skin fills the quiet room again. suguru’s hand slides up to cup shoko’s breast, thumb brushing over her nipple as he fucks her right there beside you.
shoko turns her head slightly, eyes half-lidded, and looks at your sleepy face. even as suguru thrusts into her, she reaches out and gently laces her fingers with yours, holding your hand while she gets fucked.
“goodnight, baby,” she whispers to you, voice sweet even as it breaks into a moan.
you can’t answer anymore. your eyes finally slip shut completely, the last image burned gently into your mind: suguru’s broad back moving over shoko, her hand warm in yours, the quiet sounds of them making love right beside you.
it feels strangely comforting.
you fall asleep like that—exhausted, satisfied, and wrapped in the soft afterglow of being theirs, even if only for tonight. the steady rhythm of suguru’s hips and shoko’s breathy moans lull you deeper into sleep, their presence safe beside you.
i thought that my ace fic wouldn’t do too well, it’s been a while since I’ve seen a lot of one piece writers >.< i’m so glad to know that the fandom is still alive on here. stay 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 😚
