Long overdue for posting, this was the third of the Dual Commissions I took on with Andy back in February, of soundwaver’s’s character Quasar!
This was a huge amount of fun to work on! I decided to work in a style that though I’m familiar with, I do not work with all that often. The jazzy-blues kind of feel I thought fit the character aesthetic, and it was incredibly fun to work with electronics - a medium I shall definitely be working with more!
As always it was fantastic to work with Andy on this, and excellent at kicking my ass back into gear after a long slog!
✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚ i was there too wasn’t’ i?| satoru/suguru
SYNOPSIS: You, Suguru, and Satoru all meet up after a messy breakup, will you guys reconnect?
CONTENTS: Fluff, Smut, Angst, Choking, Toxic, Threesome, Thruple, All dating each other.
WC because it’s long: 3.3k
All three of you sat across the circle shaped table-distance from each other.
awkward.
You pick up the frappuccino you were drinking and take a sip. The atmosphere in the cafe was busy, and the smell of pastries filled your nose.
“Ahem!” Satoru says obnoxiously, picking up his mug filled with tea.
You and Suguru both roll your eyes, avoiding each other's gaze. Suguru slides down in his seat, spreading his legs and looking ahead of him.
“Why the fuck did you call us here?” Suguru says sitting up.
You all broke up with each other three months ago; yes, you three were basically a thruple. Went on dates with each other, fucked each other, and the whole ordeal
"I didn’t call any of you!” You yell out, slamming the plastic cup on the table.
Suguru scrunches his face in annoyance and disgust, leaning back in his seat.
“No one was talking to you, y/n, guess you haven’t changed,” he spits out, resting his arm on the armrest and avoiding your gaze.
Did I mention it was a messy breakup?
Satoru slides his mug on the table, leaning back and crossing his legs. "I didn’t call you guys either; I want nothing to do with either of you,” he says, rolling his eyes.
Suguru scoffs, resting his head on his hand, mumbling, “Right back at you.”
Satoru sits up, squinting his eyes. “The fuck you say?”
You sigh, sliding in your seat, ignoring the whole situation.
Suguru leans up, smirking, “You heard what the fuck I said.”
“Can you guys stop? You’re embarrassing.” You say with your face scrunched in disgust.
Satoru scoffs, leaning back and tapping his finger on the arm rest. This was bullshit. He could’ve been doing something more important than dealing with two motherfuckers who wasted two years of his life.
You suddenly feel a tap on your shoulder, and your head spins. Shoko is there with a bright smile on her face.
“Hey y/n," she says, rubbing your back. You scrunch your face, turning in her direction.
“So it was you?” Suguru spits out in annoyance; he was just as over it as the rest of you.
He couldn’t be bothered with any of you, not even Shoko.
Shoko tilts her head in confusion, stuffing one hand in her pocket. “What?”
Satoru rolls his eyes, sighing, “The one who sent the message, don’t act like you don’t know; it’s embarrassing, telling us to come.”
Shoko nods her head slowly, still not understanding what you guys meant. "Mmm, no? I didn’t even know you guys got back together.”
“We didn’t!” the three of you say in unison. You groan, fidgeting in your seat. Shoko rubs your back again before sliding her hand off.
"Well, I have to go; someone is waiting for me. Don’t kill each other.” She says walking off.
You quickly slide out of your seat, about to walk off. “She’s leaving, just like she always does," Satoru says.
You feel his glare pierce into you, along with Sugurus. The thing about this whole situation was that everyone was at fault.
Everyone was hated equally: Suguru hates you, you hate Satoru, Satoru hates Suguru, you hate Suguru, etc.
“Fuck off, you blue-eyed freak.” Satoru slides his chair back, jumping up.
"Wow, what a mature comeback!” Satoru yells, and you scoff, taking another step before Suguru grabs your jacket.
“Wait, everyone, just stop. We should all just talk, especially since no one wants to admit who texted who.”
At this point, everyone is staring at you guys, whispering. You didn’t want to, but he was right.
At the end of the day, neither of you got closure, so maybe this could fix that.
Satoru rolls his eyes, flopping back in his seat.
"Okay, but not here; people are staring.” you say as you take your bag off the seat you were sitting in.
Suguru slides out of his seat, sliding his wallet off the table. “We can do it at my place; I drove here.”
Satoru slides out of his seat, and the three of you begin walking towards his car. Satoru is walking next to Suguru, and you’re behind.
Both their hair got longer: Suguru's midback and Satoru’s near the middle of his neck. Suguru also got a new piercing, one in his lip, and Satoru’s style changed.
Tiny changes you thought to yourself, did you change?
You guys arrive at the car, and all of you get in. You blink your eyes and realize you’re in the backseat.
“Wait, why the hell am I in the back?” you say, scooting up to the both of them.
They both put on their seatbelts, and Satoru sighs dramatically, “Still whining; you really don’t change, huh?"
Suguru puts the car in reverse, putting his arm behind the passenger seat and hitting you in the nose.
“Ow!” you let out. He slips his hand back to the front once he’s out, and you slip back up.
“Also, it’s only been a few months; people don’t change automatically!” You yell in Satoru’s ear, and he takes his elbow, pushing you back, while Suguru ignores the two of you.
“Ugh! My point is, a breakup is supposed to make you realize your wrongdoings, yet you’re still the same.”
You sit back in your seat, sliding to the seat behind Satoru to avoid his eyes. You didn’t want to admit it, but his words hurt.
“Why are you guys acting like I'm the only one at fault?” You mumble out, resting your head on the window.
Suguru looks back at you, then back at the road. “It’s not; it’s also Satoru's." He says, You lift your head up, and Satoru snaps his head to Suguru with his eyebrow cocked.
“Fuck off! and it’s not yours?” He yells out. Suguru is still looking ahead. Jaw clenched, the car was filled with unresolved issues and tension you could cut with a knife.
“Never said it wasn’t.” He spits out, and Satoru groans, laying his head on the window, matching you.
After that, it stayed silent until you guys got to Suguru's apartment building. The walk inside was awkward; the elevator ride was awkward; everything was just dreadful.
Each of you step inside the apartment door one by one, you slip your shoes off, and walks to the couch throwing your bag down, flopping down.
Satoru slides off his jacket, throwing it on the bar stool in the kitchen. "Suguru, I'm surprised you can still afford this apartment after I stopped paying your rent.”
Suguru clenches his jaw and then his fist; he really knew how to get under his skin.
You stay silent, crossing your legs and leaning your head back against the soft couch. the couch, you guys—
“Okay, time to talk.” Suguru says sliding the coffee table to the side, replacing it with a chair from the kitchen.
Satoru flops down beside you, keeping the distance, like you were a nasty stain he didn’t want to touch.
“Where should we start?” You say, leaning forward, laying your hands on your lap.
Suguru leans forward, legs spread, with his hands clasped together and his fingers intertwined.
"Why did we break up maybe?” You nod slowly, looking over to Satoru, who’s looking back at you.
You guys would get into arguments every other day; that particular day, everyone’s emotions were on 10. There wasn’t a specific pin point.
There were "I hate you" flying around the room, “Run into traffic.” “Stop deflecting; you always do that shit!” “Fucking slut, you just fuck everyone, huh?"
Memories flood your mind of that rough argument, but not what started it.
An explosive argument they couldn’t explain even if they tried to.
Satoru shrugs his shoulder, leaning on the inside of the armrest. Suguru leans back, tapping his foot.
“Mm, well?” Suguru asks, scratching his forehead, one hand folded under him.
You tilt your head, peeking over to Satoru, staring at Suguru, practically drooling, his eyes glued to him.
You scrunch your face in disgust, looking away. Wait, where were they?
“What’s going on?” You ask sitting up. Your stomach dropped at the possibility. Were they really screwing behind your back?
Were you really that bad that they wanted nothing more to do with you?
Satoru and Suguru both look at you with their eyes squinted.
“What?” Satoru says, turning his body toward you and crossing his legs.
“What do you guys have going on?” You ask louder than the previous question, and your heart rate quickens as the palms get sweatier.
Suguru scoffs, looking out the big window beside him. "Nothing," he says, quick-witted.
"Satoru, you still want him, don’t you?” you ask, breathing out.
Satoru stays silent, rubbing his arm and turning his head. He opted out; he was aware you already knew.
Suguru looks at Satoru, then at you, your throat tightening. You wanted it to not hurt, but the truth was that it did.
Why not you? What did you lack? Why was everything falling on you? Why couldn’t they ache for you, look for you, and cry out for you? like they did for each other.
Your words can’t come out, and your breathing is limited. You had to let this go, though. Once you get your answer, you’re done with them.
They can fuck and be together; you wouldn’t care.
“We were toxic... That was the nail in the wood.” You breathe out, and there you go.
Suguru nods immediately upon hearing those words, “pretty much.”
Satoru stays silent, not saying anything; he didn’t see it; toxic was too harsh of a word.
Suguru looks at Satoru, cocking his eyebrow in annoyance and bouncing his legs up and down.
“What’s the problem?” he asks.
Satoru shrugs his shoulder, looking at you, then says, "I don’t see it... I have to disagree.”
You and Suguru both groan. Your vision focuses in front of you, then towards the side, looking at Satoru.
“May 5th, last year. that huge fight, remember?” you ask, uncrossing your legs. Satoru taps his chin, pondering and trying to remember.
"No, that doesn’t go in the oven!” You yell out, pushing Satoru out of the way, and Suguru slips past you, running a bowl under the running cold water spraying from the faucet.
"Fuck, what are you doing, Suguru?" Satoru yells, trying to stop the water from spraying everywhere.
Water is bursting from the broken faucet, water is spraying on the floor, the oven is overheating, and the garlic bread that was in there is now burned.
Suguru drops the bowl in the sink, sighing, "I'm not dealing with this shit.” He says this while walking over the water puddle that formed in the kitchen.
You cough from the smoke cocking your eyebrow. “The fuck? Are you leaving right now?” you ask as Satoru presses his hand against the spraying faucet.
“You see me physically walking, right?” Suguru asks in a condescending tone, walking towards his jacket in the living room.
Satoru groans, rolling his eyes, giving up on holding the faucet and letting it spray. You drop the pan you were previously holding, letting it fall to the floor.
“You know what? Fuck you, useless piece of shit.” you say, stomping away. Before you could walk all the way towards your bedroom, Satoru grabbed your arm.
"Hey, hey, hey, stop, stop, let’s all just clean and calm down.” He says in a pleading voice, his grip on your arm tightening.
You snatch your arm away, scoffing, “Say that to the motherfucker who’s leaving; he always does this.”
Suguru groans, holding his head back. He hated this. Every disagreement, every argument, something was getting thrown in his face.
Suguru throws his jacket back on the couch, stomping to the kitchen and picking up the pan. “Fucking fine, fuck.”
You push past him, ignoring his words, “You’re a bitch, dude, seriously.” You spit out, bending down and opening the cabinet under the sink.
“The fuck you say?” Suguru says, tossing the pan on the counter and walking towards you, leaning down towards your level.
Satoru walks towards him, grabbing his arm; this doesn’t need to go any further.
“Stop, just leave it and help us," Satoru says in a soft, almost whispered voice. Suguru clenches his fists, stepping back.
You grab two small towels from under the sink and toss them on the floor, knowing they will get drenched.
Suguru walks over to where he tossed the pan, grabbing it and walking towards the sink. "I'm going to say this once, but watch your mouth, y/n.” his words spitting like venom.
Satoru groans to himself as he walks towards the sink, slipping through Suguru and covering the spraying water again.
You slip out of the kitchen, grabbing a bigger towel out of the hallway closet. “Or fucking what? Leave me alone," you spit out back.
"Hey!” Satoru shouts out, his voice booming throughout the apartment. You flinch at the sound of his voice staying silent; Suguru, on the other hand, does not.
"No, no, let her say her piece; let’s hear her bullshit.” Suguru says, turning towards Satoru.
Satoru scrunches his face up and says, "No! What the fuck is wrong with you? It’s over. Leave it.”
Suguru scoffs, balling his fist up, "Actually, no, let’s talk about you. Who was that on your phone?”
Your head spins as you slam the closet door unintentionally. "Huh?" You say, Suguru looks back to you, then to Satoru.
Satoru swallows, folding his arm against his chest. “We’re looking through each other's things now?"
Suguru slaps the countertop, walking closer towards him. “Since when did I not? You both know I check.”
Satoru begins to storm off before Suguru grabs his throat, pulling him back against his chest. Your eyes widen, storming over and gripping his wrist.
“Hey stop!” You yell out, Suguru, quickly let’s go pushing past you.
Satoru squirms in his seat, avoiding everyone's gaze. Oh yeah, "I guess," he mutters out.
Fighting wasn’t always like that, but when y’all did fight, it was hell.
“Can we just start being honest here? Satoru was manipulative.” you say, clasping your hands together.
Satoru turns his head to you at the speed of light and says, "What the hell?! Suguru was too violent.”
Suguru stands up quickly from the last word that was said “Hey! No I wasn’t.” Satoru stands up along with him, pointing towards you.
"Y/N literally just told a story of you choking me!" Suguru scoffs, folding his arms. He rolls his eyes at the accusation of him being violent.
You sigh, looking out the big window. Satoru looks at you with his lip perched up.
“Let’s not act like y/n is an angel either.” Satoru spits out, and you turn your head, standing up at the speed of light.
"I never said I was! If anything, you two make sure I never think I did anything wrong.”
Suguru scoffs, looking down at his feet, his hair falling forward. Satoru bursts out laughing, clapping his hands.
“Wow, you never stop playing victim, do you?” He says leaning on the arm of the couch.
That wasn’t true. You always lived up to what happened. Denying what happened would only make things worse.
“What do you want me to say? I manipulated you guys. choked y’all out? punched you? huh?” Your hands are clammy from the stress, your head is spinning, and tears start forming in your eyes.
Suguru picks his head up, looking at you, his gaze softening at the pathetic sight in front of him.
"I manipulated you guys, lied, and took my anger out on you guys; we all did it to each other.” Suguru says, the words slipping out of his mouth like butter, almost like he was waiting to say them.
The room is silent as the words float around. Suguru flops back into his seat, folding his hands in his lap. Satoru does the same, resting his elbow on the arm rest.
You sit back down, crossing your legs. He was right; that’s why everyone was silent. Everyone blamed each other for the things they were also doing to deflect and act like a better person, but you always knew you weren’t.
Your head begins to ache as more memories float in your head: Suguru screaming at you and Satoru, You degrading Suguru, Satoru spitting his venomous words at Suguru, you shaming Satoru—the same pattern.
"I love you guys.” Satoru says, and you and Suguru's heads turn towards him.
Satoru’s head is down, and he’s fidgeting with his hands. Those words hit you like a bus, your response clenched in your throat.
Suguru's palms get sweaty, and he pinches the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut.
“It’s only been a few months; feelings just don’t go away.” he says
Your head shoots to Suguru, and you’re sending daggers his way. Satoru was always expressive, but for Suguru to spit that out was ridiculous.
“Are you serious? Why can’t you just say it back?” You say, balling your fists in anger. Satoru looks at you, then backs down, avoiding Suguru's gaze.
Suguru stares out the window, his fingers playing with each other. It’s not like he didn’t want to say it.
It was hard. What was going to happen when he said it back? It was never this hard before, but he knows he’s weak.
That look you gave him, those dreadful words that crawled out of Satoru’s mouth, he knew he would fall back into both sets of arms.
Maybe that’s what he wanted.
"I won’t deny it; I love you both too.” You say, staring into your lap.
Suguru looks at you, and Satoru looks back up, turning his head in your direction. Those words were always special coming from you.
The silence in the air seemed to be getting easier to breathe.
"I love you... y/n, satoru.” He breathes out, almost in a whisper, his chest clenched in ache.
How could you all go your separate ways after this? But was the relationship that was shattered repaired after this?
You burst into tears as tears slid down Satoru’s face. His words were stabbing through you like a rusty dagger, but it felt good.
You try to muffle your sobs but can't; memories of all the sweet things he would say to you both, touching you guys, reassuring nothing would happen, but now it doesn’t feel the same.
Pathetically crying over two men like this.
Suguru stands up, walking over to you both, kneeling in front of the couch. Grabbing your thigh, rubbing it, and doing the same to Satoru’s thigh.
His touch sent shivers down your spine, his thumb sliding over to your inner thigh with every swipe. You sniffle, slowly holding back your cries.
It felt so comforting under his touch.
Satoru looks over to you, reaching his arm out and rubbing yours. Your red eyes looking over at him as he slides closer to you.
Your body heats up from his touch. This was it; this was how it was supposed to be. You didn’t hate each other; you were all just hurt.
Hurt from the past, the rough touches, and the harsh words being thrown at each other.
You and Satoru’s eyes are glued to each other, his hand sliding down to your forearm. He leans closer, and your heart begins to beat out of your chest. Your throat is tightening, and the hand on your thigh, rubbing in comfort, is now sliding in between your inner thigh.
Your eyes shoot in the direction of the other hand, and it’s doing the same to Satoru's. Your eyes shoot back to Satoru’s, your cheeks heating in embarrassment.
This was far from the first time you guys have had sex, but you were so nervous and sweaty that you were sure you were going to slip out of the seat.
Satoru’s hand comes up to your neck. squeezing it and leaning in, he pecks your lips a couple of times to let you know what’s about to happen.
Fuck it.
You kiss back, his lips soft and sweet from the tea he was previously drinking. Sugurus hand pushes your leg open more, and you spread your other one out.
Your body is heating up faster than a house in the winter. You take your hand and place it on Satoru’s cheek. His kisses are getting sloppier; your eyes shoot to Suguru as he’s spreading Satoru’s legs.
He looks at you, sliding his hand further up. “Don’t focus on me; keep going.” his husky voice sliding through your ears.
You close your eyes, continuing to kiss Satoru, his other hand slipping down to his lap and lying on top of Sugurus.
“Just like that. Can you take your pants and underwear off for me? both of you.” Your heart is quickening at the question.
Satoru takes his hand off your neck, sliding his pants and underwear off with ease while still kissing you. You do the same, and Suguru slides your panties off your feet.
His fingers inch closer to your entrance, his rings occasionally sliding over your skin. He removes his hands, sticking two fingers in his mouth, then taking his other hand and spitting on it.
Suguru wraps his hand around Satoru’s dick and slides a finger inside you. You flinch at his touch and moan into Satoru’s mouth.
You can feel his sharp gaze on the both of you; it made you feel good.
Suguru slowly wraps his mouth around Satoru’s dick, his tongue swirling around. Satoru moans into your mouth as he takes his hand and wraps it back around your neck.
Suguru slides his other finger in slowly, your legs spreading further as the pleasure increases.
Satoru moans into your mouth as Suguru's tongue slides over his tip repeatedly.
The cold rings sliding in and out of you at a steady pace send shivers all through you. Satoru removes his mouth from yours, salvia coated around both of your mouths.
He’s staring you in the eyes like he’s ready to eat you whole. His mouth latches to your neck as he sucks, the sudden feeling causing you to moan.
Before he could continue, Satoru pulled away from you, moaning, “Fuck, I'm about to cum, stop.” he says, grabbing Suguru's hair.
Suguru shakes his head as Satoru’s dick is deep down his throat, spit dripping from his bottom lip.
He slips his fingers out of you, wrapping them around Satoru’s dick.
Satoru quickly replaces his fingers and slips them inside you. You couldn’t catch your breath and let out a soft moan.
His body is collapsing on you, and as his fingers still move into you, you take your hands and put them around him, sliding his shirt up.
He takes the hint and helps you remove his shirt. You grab the shirt, tossing it on the floor. You do the same to your shirt, sliding it off and tossing it.
His hips are moving, thrusting into Suguru's mouth, biting his lips, trying to muffle his moans.
You grin, leaning towards his ear, whispering, “It’s okay, keep going... cum in his mouth.” His body relaxes after those words.
His body releases along with his cum. You look down, staring at Suguru, taking his load, quickly swallowing. He detaches, pulling his dick out of his mouth, quickly taking his arm, and pulling him off the couch. As he gets up, his fingers slide out of you.
He pulls your arm up with him, and Suguru leads the way to his room. Once everyone is in, he quickly slams the door, latching onto you.
His lips are eager to eat yours as his hands travel all around your naked body. The two of you are kissing and walking towards the bed.
When the back of your thighs meets the end of the bed ,you sit, he detaches from your lips licking his his.
“Slide up and spread your legs.” He demands. You obey and hurriedly slide on the bed.
Satoru smirks and walks towards the bed, climbing on the bed, his mouth oozing at the site. His white hair messy and hanging in his face, Suguru behind him stripping off his clothes.
Satoru slowly inches closer to your center, taking his arms and wrapping them around your thighs, his fingertips digging in.
Suguru gets on the bed, placing both hands on Satoru’s ass and leaning forward. You both make eye contact, and his eyes are filled with lust.
Something you haven’t seen in a long time; you needed him.
Suguru leans off the bed to the nightstand and opens the little drawer under it. He pulls out a strip of condoms and lube.
Your eyes watch his every move intently. Satoru licks a long line down your slit, startling you. Your eyes dart down to him, staring at you with his tongue out, connecting to your core.
He takes a stripe of your clit, which instantly sends a sharp shiver down your spine.
Your hand grabbing his hair, your hips moving forward, and the headache you had earlier fading away. It’s been so long since either one of them touched you; you missed it and ached for it.
He takes one hand off your thigh, sliding it down to your core as his thumb presses your clit.
“Satoru!” You yell out, and he chuckles as he thrusts his tongue inside you, rubbing your clit at the same speed.
Your back arches at his touch, the wetness of his tongue feels you up, and his jaw moves up and down, taking you all in.
Suguru sticks the condom wrapper in his mouth, tearing it, pulling it out, and quickly sliding it on with ease. He tosses the wrapper on the floor and takes the lube bottle squeezing the cold wet liquid on his dick.
“Satoru, I'm going to stretch you out before I go in.” He says in a soft voice as he squeezes some out of his fingers, coating them all around, including his rings.
Satoru mutters a “mhm” as he’s still eating you, the sound vibrating off your core and making you squirm.
Suguru takes one finger, sliding it into Satoru. He moans into you, arching his back. Suguru slides his finger in and out before inserting another finger inside.
You watch as he does this biting your lower lip, trying to hold your moans. Suguru looks at you, smirking, and pulls his fingers out, gripping his ass.
"Im done, are you ready?” He asked Satoru, and he pulled away from you, his chin wet and glistening.
"Yeah, hurry," he pleads, his dick twitching with pre-cum dripping on the sheets. Suguru slowly slides himself inside, gripping the cheeks below him.
Satoru winces against you in the sharp pain, and Suguru takes himself all out, thrusting into him again with force.
“Fuck!!” Satoru cries out. You grip his hair, pulling him into you, and you roll your hips into him.
Suguru thrusts into Satoru harder each time, his licks getting slower and sloppier.
“Keep eating; I want to see her squirt all over the bed.” Suguru says, slapping the cheeks below him, causing Satoru to yell out from beneath him.
“Fuck!!! s... stop!” He says,going back to lick you, his fingers sliding in and out of you at a quickened pace.
He’s now pressing down into your core as Suguru slams into him, “Tell me how good she tastes.” Suguru demands as he rubs his rough hands on him.
Satoru’s eyes are fighting to keep from rolling. He tries to hold his head up, but the pleasure rising below him almost pop like fireworks.
"You... you taste so good, baby.” He says quickly, trying to get all the words out. His mouth latches back onto your core, sucking your clit, curving his finger inside of you and hitting your sweet spot.
“Ah! Satoru, I'm about to... You couldn’t finish your sentence; moans immediately fell out. He continues to tap that sweet spot, sucking your clit more aggressively.
There’s nothing but moans and skin slapping.
You take your hand, gripping your tits, and put your nipple between both your index finger and thumb finger, pinching it.
Pleasure rolling through you and rolling back out. You blink your eyes, looking down at Satoru; he’s leaning out, your wetness dripping off his chin.
That was a sight for sore eyes.
With his fingers pulling out of you, Suguru slams into him once more, causing his head to collapse on you.
“Fuck her," Suguru says. Your eyes widen, and Satoru turns his head, looking at him.
Suguru slides his hand to the front of Satoru, gripping his dick stroking it
"Fuck, okay, okay. Pass me a condom.”
Your eyes light up; you haven’t had sex in months, and knowing Satoru still knew where your sweet spots were, you knew he would fuck the daylights out of you.
Suguru grabs the condoms from the side of him, holding them out.
Satoru leans up, his chest against Sugurus. His hand still gripping his throbbing dick, sliding his thumb over his sticky tip.
Satoru rips open the wrapper, and your core starts to throb with anticipation.
Suguru removes his hand from his dick, grabbing his hips. Satoru slides the condom on, then grabs his dick, lining himself up with your core.
Suguru thrusts into Satoru, catching him off guard. He quickly slides himself into you, and you gasp with surprise and pleasure.
As Suguru continues to thrust into him, Satoru does the same. Your arms wrapped around his neck, kissing his jaw, his hands gripping your tits, and your other pressing into the mattress, holding himself up.
You clench around him as his dick inches closer to your sweet stop. Suguru is getting more aggressive with his thrusts. He throws his head back as he’s reaching his climax.
He’s gripping Satoru's cheeks more aggressively, and your fingers dig into his back. Your body is getting hotter, and the knot in your lower stomach is about to burst.
“ha… harder.” You breathe out, Suguru hears you, and he thrusts into Satoru harder, causing his body to slam into you, hitting your sweet spot like a magical button.
Your back arches and moans from everyone erupt, bouncing off the room walls. Satoru collapses into you, his head falling on your chest.
Suguru quickly pulls out, breathing hard. He gives the ass under him another hard smack before pulling Satoru up.
His eyes are blank, and there’s a trickle of drool on the side of his mouth.
“Let’s all wash up.” You nod mindlessly and still lay there. Suguru sighs, dropping Satoru back on the bed and walking towards you, picking you up.
After a couple of hours of you all washing each other and hydrating, you’re all in bed wearing the old clothes you and Satoru left before the whole breakup.
Suguru is in the center of the bed, lying down, as both of his hands wrap around you and Satoru, both of you on opposite sides.
"I'm so fucking exhausted.” Satoru says, rubbing his face against Suguru's chest. You reach your hand over, rubbing his face. He smiles at your touch, putting his hand over yours.
“We’re all together again.” Suguru says, breathing out with his eyes closed. You look up again, then back at Satoru, who’s looking back at you.
"I want it to stay like this," you say almost in a whisper. Satoru takes your hand from his face, intertwining your fingers with his.
“It’s going to stay like this. I love you both.” You smile, then look up at Suguru, who’s grinning.
"I love you," you both say back to Satoru in unison.
You smile to yourself, recalling how you all started dating.
You slide the blue notebook from your bag, laughing, “Won’t it be kind of weird to like... date each other.”
Suguru and Satoru both stare blankly at each other, then at you. "No," they say in unison.
You instantly drop your book, looking at them dumbfounded.
The three of you weren’t the whole “three peas in a pod thing.” You all were three different individuals who formed individual connections with each other and developed feelings; it was only natural.
The three of you loved each other equally, even if people didn’t believe that. You all had each other; that’s all that mattered.
Warnings: nsfw, modern au, kind of gang au, criminal Douma, corruption kink, use of alcohol, dirty talk, language, choking, breeding kink, small age gap, forbidden relationship, enemies to lovers dynamics, kind of toxic relationship, dacryphilia, dom!Douma, sub!reader, vaginal sex, slight manipulative behavior, unprotected sex;
Plot: you should have not fallen for him, the devil himself, the handsome hitman of Muzan Kibutsuji. His charming personality, however, had you wrapped around his finger effortlessly. Sometimes, when you blabbed out some reserved informations of your gang to him, you felt how he was taking advantage of what you two had. All it took for him to calm you down, though, were his sugarcoated words and the promise you were his only one.
Track: Babydoll — Ari Abdul: “When I meet your eyes, the devil, he wins”.
MASTERLIST FOR THE EVENT.
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Same old story. A bottle of saké on the coffee table, his red button down clutched into your hands, his multicolored hues boring into yours as you sat on his lap. You wanted to stop this, but you could not.
His lips curled up into his trademark smirk, his long-dark eyelashes contrasting with his pale complexion and the variety of shimmering colors mixed in his irises, as he ran his thumb over your lower lip.
If you did not know him, you would have said he was a gift from the gods. However, Douma was a gift from the haunts of Hell.
You knew you should have not even allowed him to approach you that night at the bar. You were not clueless, his identity and his reputation were well-known. But he was enticing. You were alone, dealing with a break-up, feeling like the ground was shaking under your feet. He was a little bit older than you, three years, but they had granted him enough experience to deceive you. You were fragile in that moment and he knew it.
That time had long gone, however. Months had passed by and you had fully recovered. Staying by his side now, letting yourself being ruined by him over and over again, was your choice.
“You’ve been so helpful for me, darling. I wonder how I can reward you for your sacrifice” Douma chimed, forcing his thumb into your mouth and pressing the pad of his finger onto your tongue.
His actions were laced with lewd intentions, his words creeping under your skin.
He had mentioned a ‘sacrifice’. Of course, he had. He knew that what you were doing for him was the equivalent of killing the good and loyal part of yourself that would have given up on anything just to make the people you cared about happy. What were you doing for them now? You were stabbing them on their backs, spitting on their faces, putting their lives in danger, for the sake of a toxic and secret relationship with him.
As his thumb entered your warm mouth, you sighed, squeezing your eyes shut only not to let tears spill out of your eyes. He knew what his words did to you.
His dirty talk made your panties sticky, but the way he never failed to remind you of what you were doing for him, for a criminal, for the man who easily manipulated you and played with your heart like a guitarist played with the strings of a guitar, well, it broke your heart.
Your lower lip quivered and a soft chuckle rumbled in his chest.
“Ah, I’m sorry, baby. — he whispered, slowly removing his thumb from your mouth and grasping your jaw roughly — Look at me” he added, his voice velvet but still firm.
A command. One of the many he gave you, when he was about to watch you crumble in his arms. You slowly lifted your lids, letting your teary eyes meet his ones. In his shining ones, you could see two small versions of you. But you could read two identical words too: betrayal.
A sob escaped your lips, your shoulders shaking and a grin crossed Douma’s face. There it was, your fragile part. Your tears falling from your lashes, your mascara drawing patters on your cheeks that resembled brenches of a leafless tree, made him lose his cool. You could feel his cock underneath you twitch, you could see the way he enjoyed your whimpers.
Depraved, he was depraved.
“You’re so beautiful like this. — he purred, wrapping his hand around your throat and slipping the other one between your thighs, tugging your thong to the side — Bearing a baby into your tummy. Your womb swollen, my baby growing into you” he said, his voice dripping desire and lust.
“Douma…” you whispered, as his deft fingers plunged into you effortlessly.
“Tsk, you’re dripping… Can you hear it? The lewd sounds of your cunt yearning for more, waiting for me to fill you up. Can you hear them, love?” he hoarsely said, involving you into a fervent kiss.
A moan, another one, this time louder, erupted from your throat as his slender fingers searched for that spongy spot that made you squeal out in ecstasy for him. It did not take long for him to find it. He knew you like the back of his hand, your body was like a piece of paper for him to write on.
“Ah, chant for me, baby. Sing for me, sing because you’re my only one” he whispered, his grip on your neck tightening significantly as you gasped for air.
Your eyes widened, your inner walls clamping onto his fingers as he pinned you down onto the couch, underneath him.
Your toes curled, as you lolled your head back in pleasure. The gultiness, the shame you felt for the way you let him manhandle you, for your morals bending only to stick by his side when the sun set, they were all gone. He stripped you out of your sanity, his sinful hands breaking the sheer of pride you loved to show off in public.
You felt his fingers leaving your core, the hand around your neck following suit, as he unbuckled his belt and hastily unzipped his pants. He needed you. He wanted to ruin your innocence again. It was never enough.
“I promise, I’ll fuck you so good you’ll leave this place slithering around like a viper. My pretty, little viper” he crooned, spreading your legs wide before hooking his thumbs underneath the waistband of his tight boxers and pulling them down his thighs.
The sight of your essence leaking out of you for his previous actions made him let out a moan of anticipation, while your cheeks heated out for the predatory look plastered over his angelic face.
You were glad he had streatched you out properly. His shaft was not exactly easy to adjust to. As long as he loved seeing tears stream down your face, he wanted you to enjoy the way he messed up your insides. It had to feel good for you too.
“Tell me that you love me” he said then, hovering over you and resting your legs on the top of his broad shoulders. His fingers dug onto the plush of your thighs, earning a soft whimper from you as his tip started to tease your entrance.
“I love you. You know how much I love you…” you breathed out, arching your back in hope to get some friction from the spot where your intimacies met.
Douma chuckled, his teeth grazing the tender flesh of your neck as he shoved himself into you slowly, making sure you could feel every inch of him exploring your warm channel. He surely was vocal, he had always been. A long, strained moan left his lips as he bottomed out and your cry of pleasure echoed into the luxurious living room of his house.
Your breaths mixed, his thrusts hard and steady as you ran your fingers through his long, silky and silvery hair.
Douma was too handsome to be a devil. Then again, as he made you reach your climax, whispering sinful words into your ear, making sure his thrusts hit your g-spot, you were reminded of that fallen angel. He was an angel, in the end, you were right.
Douma was God’s favorite, he was Lucifer. Therefore, as he released into you, moaning into your mouth as his tongue dominated yours, you were ready to let him drag you to hell with him.
“Yeah, I definitely love you” you murmured, panting as you stared at the ceiling above you, his body still pressed against yours.
Alpha Tengen x Makio x Suma x Hinatsuru x Omega AFAB Reader
Premise: A/B/O AU that takes place in the red light district where Reader is an Oiran and Omega. Tengen happens to be spending a few nights a week in the district searching for the perfect omega to be his fourth wife. Especially since his alpha wives keep lovingly pestering him about it.
Warning, the full version of this story will include: A/B/O themes, alpha x omega smut, group sex, WLW, MxFxFxFxF sex, oral, breeding, rough sex, creampies, heat, slick
“Miss y/n, Headmistress is waiting to meet with you in the tea room.” You blinked, head lifting from where it had been pressed to your folded arms. You must have been lost in thought, sitting with your legs tucked neatly under you as you watched the district come to life for the night. “That so? Tell her I’ll be down in five minutes.” You smiled softly at the small girl, heart aching just a bit that a pup so young was surrendered to a place like this. She smiled, unbothered by her situation because it was all she had ever known, tottering away with a small “of course”.
You got up, hands brushing the fine silks of your robes. “Must be important if she is willing to drag me down before business hours.” You sighed as you glanced at yourself in the mirror. Even though you’d had your status for five years now, you still felt like an imposter playing dress up. Then again, the red light district has been your home since you were thirteen. An arranged mating pack with an alpha nearly twice your age, your parents had been desperate for money, even if it meant selling you.
Shortly before the ceremony was to take place, you ran away. Somehow you landed on the front door step of the Gogatsu House. The Headmistress and her husband agreed to take you in and provide you shelter and food so long as you worked for them. Anything was better than an arranged mating pact, you were sure of it. Thankfully, you had been correct. The Headmistress was kind to you, seeing your potential she made sure to take care of you dutifully. Even going as far as to deny mating pacts for you when you were old enough to begin properly paying your debt to them.
At the age of eighteen, the two heads of the Gogatsu house granted you the title of oiran. This status granted you the ability to accept and deny clients, the ability to turn down mating pacts out of your own free will. If you had it your way, the perfect alpha would walk through those doors one night and sweep you off of your feet. That had yet to happen, you were beginning to fear it never would. “Headmistress, you wanted to see me?” you entered the small room, immediately dropping to your knees and bowing deeply to her. “Yes dear, I’m glad to see you’re feeling better.”
You raised yourself, tucking your legs neatly under you once more as you accepted the cup of tea she poured you. “Thank you. Ma’am.” you had to bite your tongue, you knew where this conversation was heading. “You know, dear, you’d feel a lot better if you found yourself a mate. Suppressing your heat isn’t good for you.” You kept your gaze on your tea, watching your reflection in the rippling liquid. “I know, but I can’t just force my mate to wander through those doors…” the Headmistress sighed softly, setting her cup down. “I understand that sweetheart, but maybe it wouldn’t hurt to take a client for the night, let them satisfy you so you don’t have to keep taking those surpresents.”
You shook your head, you refused to do that unless you were on death’s door. In your mind, it would never get to that point. “I’ll survive. If it really comes down to it, I’ll consider.” Your beauty had paid off the debt you owe the headmistress last year, yet you remained because it was the only place you had ever truly felt comfortable. “Promise me, dear. I care for you as if you were my own daughter.” You sighed, the mood lightening just a bit. “I promise.” She seemed satisfied with that. It was a work in progress but that was enough for her for now.
“Go upstairs and relax a bit, we’re opening our doors in twenty minutes” you nodded, bowing again before getting up with your tea cup in hand. “Miss y/n! Let me carry that for you.” One of the young girls was scurrying to your side, taking the teacup for you so you could lift your robes in order to not trip. “Thank you so much, sweetheart.” You went upstairs, talking to the small girl happily while you freshen your makeup. She loved to tell you about her day, the other pups she played with and the chores she still had to do. Occasionally she would slip up and call you big sis.
You never corrected her.
You hadn’t even realized how much time had passed until another young girl was tottering in. “Miss Y/N! You have a gentleman waiting to meet with you in the tea room!” You smiled sadly at the little girl who had been interrupted. “We can continue this conversation in a little while okay? Finish your chores.” She nodded as you turned to look at the other small girl in the doorway. “Thank you so much for letting me know, I’ll be there in a moment.” The first customer of many for the night, you sighed as you got up. It was likely going to be a busy night since it was the first warm day in quite a while.
You made your way downstairs again, the house was bustling with life, the smell of alphas and various perfumed oils nearly making you sneeze. “Right this way, miss y/n!” The young girl was guiding you to one of the private tea rooms, as you approached it, you could smell the strong scent of an alpha paired with an expensive smelling oil. Interesting, you mused to yourself as the door was opened for you. Halfway through, you nearly stopped in your tracks. The man was standing by the table, dressed in maroon robes. His hair was white, framing his handsome face, his eyes matched his kimono. “Good evening, my lady.”
He crossed the room, holding out his hand for you to take. You collected yourself, placing your hand in his and allowing him to kiss it softly. “Good evening to you as well sir.” He was handsome, so handsome it was making your heart race. Never once had you felt like this when sitting down to meet with a client. “Please, call me Tengen.”
description ⇒ you and tamaki are roommates. his birthday is right around the corner and he has something he wants to tell you.
word count ⇒ 1768
a/n ⇒ hey! this is my fic for @myherowritings quarantine server collab (and also my first fic on this blog)! this was slightly rushed since i’m kind of busy but i hope you enjoy regardless!
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You hadn’t expected this.
At first you’d had high hopes that maybe things would turn around, but you were three months in and things didn’t seem to be getting better any time soon. There were certainly a lot of challenges, like the lack of supplies at the supermarket, extreme boredom, lack of self-care and of course–your growing crush on your roommate, Tamaki Amajiki.
OH MY I’M IN LOVE WITH THIS tamaki confessing his feelings and being all nervous omg 😭🥺 this is the first tamaki fic i’ve read and it was the beST FIRST EVER SGKDGF 🥺🥺❤️
Do you have any JTHM fics that you would recommend?
well, seeing as i am devnny TRASH all of the ones i’ve actually read are, surprise…. devi/nny related. so all i can offer are my faves of those lol
I’ll Not Be A Gentleman (MY FUCKING FAVE njfksnagjak so funny)
Sensation (sad but i love this one so much)
You’re Prettier in Pieces (aka. Devi the Homicidal Maniac)
Just Crazy Enough (rom/com)
The Horror of Our Love (SAD)
My Immortal(good and LOOOONG)
and “here” on tumblr:
Sex Cake (MILDLY nsfw)
Control (again, mildly nsfw.. jtrm related… i love it)
Dead by Maniac (DBD au)
& ONE THAT’S NOT DEVNNY:
Bedtime Story for Squee (cute, wholesome)
AND PLEASE anyone that has some fics, your own or just ones you love, feel free to reblog and add to the list, everybody needs some fics for ALL jthm needs….
Thanks to the ever talented @sleepyeule I had a mighty need to write a Prazr fic based off of their amazing content and it will be an ongoing fic as well! It's rate T and up so be mindful when you read thanks!
"Our Irken Servant"
https://archiveofourown.org/works/20714231
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Next chapter will be uploaded next month! Or earlier if I feel like I need to (which I might otl)
when men draw woman from a back 3/4th view and they cant fucking STAND that they dont get to show both titties AND her asshole so they swing her huge fucking tube of a boob to the other side of her body so they’re on either side. like i dont get it i onjrtnshkfhdfl
i literally could not stop thinking about this post i needed to know what the front view of this anatomical nightmare would look like and it’s more cursed than i could have imagined
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