uhhhhh. hi. long time no write. i must admit i have not been immune to the a:tla resurgence recently, so. have this ig.
read on ao3 | wc: 689 | cw: gn reader (no gendered pronouns used), established relationship, fire lord zuko (set ambiguously between the end of the series & the movie but i was picturing 20s zuko for this), light emotional hurt/comfort, fluff, reader is a non-bender. minors, ageless, & blank blogs do not interact. i will block you.
Being in a relationship with the Fire Lord was rarely easy. There were many days where you only saw him early in the morning when he got out of bed to attend to his duties, and didn't see him again until he crawled back into bed at night, barely staying awake long enough to slur out a greeting before falling asleep in your arms.
You loved Zuko more than anything, but you often wondered if that was enough. He carried so much weight on his shoulders, and you rarely felt that you helped ease his burden in a way that made any difference to him. Though you fought to keep these feelings to yourself, not wanting to burden him further, you could only bottle up so much before it spilled out.
He sat down heavily on the edge of your shared bed, practically deflating now that he was away from the constant observation of his court advisors. The sight broke your heart, and you shifted to sit behind him, hands going to his shoulders to dispel some of the tension that lingered there.
"I'm sorry," you heard yourself say, despite not meaning to.
"For what?" Zuko asked, turning his head to glance at you.
You hesitated for a moment; the last thing you wanted was to give him something else to worry about, but lying and telling him it was nothing felt worse. "For not doing more to help you," you eventually admitted, thankful that you didn't have to look him in the eye when you said it, as selfish as it was.
That didn't last long, though. Zuko turned fully to face you, his brows creased with concern. "What are you talking about?" He took your hands in his, the familiar warmth of his palms a comfort you didn't realize you needed in that moment. "You do help me, every single day."
It was your turn to be confused. "…How? I know nothing about international diplomacy, I can't navigate court politics… I can't even fire bend."
"But you're here," he said, "And that's more than I could ask for. You're my solace, my tether in the chaos, the person I love more than anyone else." A small, self-deprecating laugh slipped from his lips then, and he shook his head, dropping his gaze to your joined hands. "I'm the one who should be apologizing. I'm the one that's never around, that doesn't give you the affection you deserve."
"Stop that," you chided, pulling your hands from his to cradle his face between your palms. Tilting his head up gently, you waited until he was looking you in the eye again before you spoke. "Zuko, you're a good man. One of the best I've ever met, in fact. You're devoted to your people, and you put in the work to show them. It's more admirable than you know. You have nothing to apologize for, either. I love you exactly as you are."
The words had him melting right there in your hands, and he turned his head just enough to kiss your palm with infinite tenderness. "You're more than I ever dared to hope for."
A smile tugged at your lips as you felt your cheeks heat at his words. "You're all I've ever wanted," you murmured back, thumb stroking lightly over his scar . "Come to bed, my love. You've done enough for today. Let yourself rest."
Zuko smiled back, catching your hand gently and pressing a featherlight kiss to the pad of your thumb. "Anything for you," he agreed, pulling away from you just long enough to shed his courtly clothes, the heavy garments falling unceremoniously to the floor as he joined you once more, holding you close and laying his head on your chest.
You carefully removed his hair pins, setting them aside so they wouldn't get damaged, and gently scratched his scalp. "I love you, Zuko," you told him once again; you could tell him every moment of every day and it still wouldn't be enough.
"I love you more," he replied, swiftly drifting off to sleep with you in his embrace. "More than the whole world…"
back with my final entry for my love in the air omegaverse event! it's also technically a sequel to this fic that i wrote for a different omegaverse event last spring. it's not necessary to read that one first, but for anyone who's into hybrid smut, that one's like 8k words, so. more for you to enjoy! i hope this sequel measures up to the original, bc i once again let the horny gremlin take over and write most of this for me lmao. enjoy this madnesss 💜
event masterlist | read on ao3 | wc: ~3.5k | cw: omegaverse, hybrid au (fox!suguru/bunny!satoru/bunny!reader), gn afab reader (afab anatomy terms used), alpha!suguru/omega!satoru/omega!reader, gojo cries & not in a sexy way, mating cycles/in heat (gojo + reader), intersex omega (gojo has a pussy + a dick), established relationship, oral sex (satoru receiving), threesome, multiple rounds, multiple orgasms, creampies, heavy breeding kink, knotting, reader & satoru referred to as "mommy" once. 18+ only, minors & ageless blogs do not interact, you will be blocked.
When Satoru’s heat had started, you’d waved Suguru off, promising to take care of your fellow bunny until your alpha returned from work. He’d hesitated at first, understandably, but when he saw the way Satoru nuzzled into you and relaxed, his tail twitching happily, his worries seemed to ease a bit. Unfortunately for you, though, that had just been the calm before the storm. Almost as soon as your omega mate shed most of his clothes to keep from overheating too badly, his scent filled the room, even more syrupy-sweet than usual because of his heat. It practically had your mouth watering, and you knew from the moment that Satoru had given you his pleading puppy look, fingers playing with the waistband of your pants, that you were a goner.
What you hadn’t really expected, though, was for your own heat to rear its ugly head while Satoru worked you open with his fingers. The combination of his pheromones and the way he babbled between kisses about needing to breed was apparently enough to make your body get with the program. You felt fire flicker to life in your core, and you whined needily into his mouth, suddenly as desperate as he was.
He swore into the kiss, pulling away to stare down at you, the stunning cerulean of his eyes now only a thin ring around his pupils. You stared back up at him wordlessly, panting and rolling your hips down to meet his fingers. When he added a third and curled the digits into your sweet spot, your back arched off the bed, a nearly inhuman noise escaping your lips.
“Satoru,” you cried out, squirming at his touch even as your body relaxed a bit more. “‘S too hot in here…”
“‘Cause you’ve still got your clothes on,” he replied, though he made no move to help you out of them, just watched your pussy greedily clench around his fingers, clearly eager for more.
“Then help me out of them!” you replied indignantly, trying to pull your shirt over your head and only managing to get the fabric twisted around your ears. “Satoru,” you whined again, bumping his side with your knee. “‘M all tangled.”
The other bunny looked up at you then, and he did his best to help you get out of your shirt without hurting you, but he refused to quit fingering you even for a second, so it took the pair of you a good thirty seconds to finally toss the offending fabric onto the floor. Having not put on a bra after waking up, you were now completely bare beneath your mate, and he quickly buried his face in your chest, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to every inch of skin he could reach. The feeling of his fluffy hair and soft ears brushing across your skin had you gasping and trying to wiggle away from the ticklish sensation.
“Where you tryin’ t’go, little bunny?” Satoru asked, tilting his head slightly to look up at you. “Don’t you like when I touch you?”
Heat flooded your face, leaving every inch of you burning over your circumstances. “Tickles,” you told him after a moment, threading your finger through his hair and pushing it back from his face.
“My little bunny’s sooo sensitive,” he teased, a glint in his eye, but he had a bit of mercy on you, lifting his head to capture your lips in another heated kiss instead. When you sighed into him, he took advantage by slipping his tongue into your mouth and curling his fingers hard against your sweet spot. The way you jolted and moaned into him made him moan, too, and he rocked his hips down against yours.
“Please,” you panted, breaking the kiss just enough to speak. “Fuck, ‘toru, need more. Need you to fill me up, please.” With every passing moment, your heat was further clouding your mind, narrowing your focus to the burning need to be filled by your mate, to be knotted and bred until you couldn’t move anymore.
Feeling just as desperate as you with the need to breed, Satoru obliged your plea, pulling his fingers from your pussy and guiding his aching cock into you in their place. The glide as he pressed forward was effortless, your body already dripping slick even though your heat had barely even started.
You moaned at the faint stretch as he filled you, immediately rolling your hips up to meet him; if he didn’t start fucking you right away you thought you might cry. Thankfully, though, your fellow omega either got the hint, or was just as frantic for relief as you were, and he began driving into you in earnest. The bedroom quickly filled with a symphony of your moans and Satoru’s grunts and whines. You were vaguely aware of your own voice begging your fellow bunny to breed you, and his only partially intelligible responses, and before you knew it, an orgasm was racing through you, leaving you shaking beneath your mate as you clawed at his back and cried out his name.
The feeling of you clenching around his cock was enough to send Satoru toppling over the edge. He bit down on your shoulder as he spilled into you, not quite hard enough to break the skin, but certainly hard enough to leave a mark. His hips never quite stilled even as he came, and a few moments passed with the two of you breathing hard against each other’s skin. Despite each of you having had a rather intense orgasm, the voracity of your heats failed to ease at all. If you’d been in a more rational state of mind, it wouldn’t have been a surprise – you hadn’t gotten the knot you craved, and Satoru had yet to experience any sort of attention to his own pussy – but with your minds muddled by hormones, all you felt was upset.
“Satoru…” you whined, rolling your hips up against him, one hand threading into his sweaty white hair. “Please, need more… Need you to breed me, need your babies…”
“Fuck, yeah, need it too,” he mumbled into your neck, beginning to move his his hips again almost immediately, his pace just as desperate as before.
Lost to the pleasure of being filled over and over, one round blurring into the next, you found yourselves losing track of time; the only thing that mattered to either of you was breeding, the need so deep and intense that it threatened to eat you from the inside. There wasn’t a moment that Satoru wasn’t inside you, and that you weren’t clinging to him; the air of your bedroom filled with the scent of your shared heat and the breathless panting and moaning of each other’s names as you tried to ease the fire you both felt in your core.
What clued you in to the fact that the two of you were no longer alone wasn’t the sound of doors opening, or the sound of Suguru calling your names, letting you know he was home; it was his scent entering the room, spicy and smoky and soured with worry.
You and Satoru both stilled for the first time in… you weren’t sure how long, and did your best to turn to him without separating from each other. Thankfully, he was already making his way to your bedside, and he dropped to his knees as soon as he reached you.
“Oh, bunnies, I’m so sorry I wasn’t here,” he murmured, brows pinched and ears drooping; even through the haze of your heat you could tell he was upset, and likely feeling guilty. You really couldn’t have that.
Weakly, you reached out towards him, a soft whine of what hopefully resembled his name escaping you. He was quick to take your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm before cradling it to his cheek. He searched your face for a moment, then turned his attention to Satoru, whose cheek now rested against your own as he panted soft, quick breaths. When Suguru’s hand came to rest on his other cheek, his eyes fluttered shut and he whined.
“Alpha,” you pleaded, weakly wrapping his own hand around his mate’s wrist. “Need your help… ‘s too hot without you…”
“Shh, sweet boy, it’s okay. I’m here now, and I’m going to take care of both of you, I promise.” He leaned forward and kissed the other man’s forehead, then your own, before standing once again. He made quick work of his own clothing, and once he was nude you were granted a fresh wave of his scent; the worry had faded a bit, replaced with arousal that was beginning to show itself in other ways, too.
Without even thinking about it, you reached out again, brushing your fingers against his hip, hazy eyes locked on his half-hard cock. Before you could take it into your hand, though, he was moving to the foot of the bed. Grabbing your ankle with one hand and Satoru’s with the other, he tugged you closer to himself, causing you both to squeak in surprise.
Once he was satisfied with your proximity, he released you, and knelt once more. Though he was now out of your line of sight, it wasn’t difficult to realize what he was doing, especially based on the way your fellow bunny reacted
Satoru’s gasp quickly melted into a moan, and he rocked his hips back towards your alpha a bit, though he didn’t want to leave the welcoming heat of your cunt.
Suguru, eager to make up for lost time, lapped at the omega’s pussy, drinking in the slick that dripped from him like he needed it to survive. When he moaned at the taste, Satoru’s hips bucked again, making you moan breathily beneath him. The alpha fully committed himself to the task before him, fucking the bunny relentlessly with his tongue, as if he were trying to apologize for leaving his mates wanting for so long. Though he wanted to close his eyes and fully lose himself in pleasuring his mate, the fox dutifully kept his gaze locked on Satoru’s snow-white tail as it twitched with pleasure; just like always, it twitched faster and faster as he grew closer to orgasm, until it was trembling nonstop.
It wasn’t long until Satoru was gasping and moaning, babbling a half-garbled warning before he came, once again filling you as he cried out, the sound muffled by the skin of your throat. The feeling of him spilling into you again drew a soft moan from your lips, and you wrapped your arms a bit tighter around him, your nails lightly scratching against his scalp. You watched over your fellow bunny’s shoulder as Suguru stood, lightly nipping the soft skin of Satoru’s ass on his way up. His pupils were blown wide with lust, his dark hair already tumbling around his shoulders, his half-bun fighting to keep any of the silky strands out of his face.
He caught your eye as he wiped your omega mate’s slick from his chin, and he smiled at you. “Has our bunny been taking care of you after triggering your heat?” he asked, his voice almost jarringly sweet.
You nodded in response, watching with hazy eyes as he removed the hair tie from his hair, allowing it to spill around his face like ink for a moment before gathering it all into a quick, somewhat messy bun once again. “Mm-hm,” you hummed after a moment, knowing that your alpha liked when you answered him verbally.
“Good,” the fox murmured, smiling down at you for a moment before turning his attention to the other omega. “What about you, Satoru? Has our little one been taking good care of you today?” As he spoke, he rubbed gentle circles at the small of Satoru’s back, just above his tail; he was almost as touchy as Satoru was when it came to the two of you, but he was much more subtle about it.
“Y-Yeah, they have,” the frosty haired bunny managed to pant after a moment, subtly pressing back into Suguru’s warm touch. “Need you, too alpha, please?”
You whined softly in agreement with Satoru’s words, reaching for Suguru once again; sure, you’d been bred practically nonstop by one of your mates for most of the day, but it wasn’t the same as having your alpha’s knot.
Suguru was quick to take your hand in his own, leaning down slightly to press a kiss to your knuckles. “I know, sweet bunnies, I know, but I can only help one of you at a time.” He looked genuinely guilt stricken as he spoke, like it pained him deeply to know he would have to leave one of you wanting.
Apparently more lost to the haze of his heat hormones than you, Satoru let out a weak little sob against your throat at Suguru’s words. He arched his hips up a bit closer to your alpha as he practically begged, “Please, alpha, need you so bad… ‘m so empty, it hurts.”
The once pleasant aroma of all of your combined scents quickly soured, Satoru’s distress so intense that you could practically taste it. You immediately began scratching his scalp again, murmuring little assurances and massaging the base of his fluffy ears; anything you could think to do to soothe him, you did. He quieted the smallest amount under your touch, but it was clear that his heat hormones were really starting to mess with him.
Suguru swore quietly under his breath, and you glanced up at him, giving him a faint nod when you finally caught his eye; you were dying for his touch and attention, too, of course, but having Satoru breeding you for hours had taken the edge off your own heat enough that you could wait until your fellow omega was able to get the relief he was in such desperate need of.
The alpha relaxed a bit when you gave him the go ahead, and he nodded back, his ears slowly easing from where they’d gone flat with worry over his distressed omega. “Shh, Satoru, it’s okay. I’m right here, okay? I’m here to take care of you now, it’s okay.” He resumed rubbing circles on the bunny’s back as he spoke, soothing his mate as much as he could before going any further. When Satoru calmed at his words, his touch easing more tension from his lithe frame, Suguru smiled a bit, seeming to relax a bit himself. Once he was satisfied, the fox shifted, one hand gently holding your fellow omega’s hip steady, the other guiding his cock towards the bunny’s slick cunt.
“Deep breaths, bunny,” Suguru murmured, giving Satoru’s hip a gentle squeeze.
Satoru did as he was asked, taking in a deep, somewhat shaky breath, though the exhale quickly dissolved into a moan as the alpha finally gave him the attention – the relief – that he needed, slowly sliding into his tight, wet heat. “Fuck,” he whimpered, canting his hips back toward your alpha. “Feels so good…”
Both you and Suguru moaned in tandem, Satoru’s movement causing his cock to drag against your walls and dragging Suguru in deeper at the same time. When the fox was finally as deep as he could get, hips flush against your fellow bunny’s ass, he paused, letting out a few shaky breaths as he collected himself. Satoru’s tail twitched against his abdomen, and the alpha let out a soft, short growl, his ears twitching at the feeling; if you’d been less lost to your sudden heat and the pleasure of being full for so long, you’d have found it more amusing.
The sound of Satoru whimpering is what finally got Suguru moving again. “Shh, bunny,” he soothed, “It’s okay. I’ve got you.” Settling both hands on the omega’s waist, he got a firm, though still gentle, grasp of his hips. “Gonna do all the work for you now, okay?”
“‘Kay,” Satoru murmured, allowing himself to melt into you a bit more. Though the weight of him relaxing further into you, coupled with the added weight of Suguru keeping you all pressed together, was more than you were used to, you had to admit you liked it; it was comforting, in an instinctual way you couldn’t quite articulate. Then your alpha followed through on your promise, and your head dropped back onto the pillow.
The way that your fox guided Satoru’s hips was incredible, the movements fluid but calculated, playing all three of your bodies like instruments; each roll of his hips had the tip of his cock pressing into your sweet spot, and if the breathy little moans that left your bunny’s lips were anything to go by, they also had Suguru’s cock pressing all the right buttons inside of Satoru.
For a little while, the steady, fluid pace that Suguru set was perfect, but eventually Satoru began to grow impatient, letting out fussy little breaths and rocking his hips back a bit more forcefully into the fox.
“Need it, alpha, please…” he whined, lifting his head from your neck, where he’d been pressing kisses and leaving little nips wherever he could reach. “‘M not gonna break, just give it to me.” Glancing over his shoulder at Suguru, he twitched his tail again, knowing the sensation would spur your mate on, just like it always did.
Despite looking mostly composed still, you noticed his tail twitching behind him, one of his dark ears flicking in response to your omega’s words as well. “You need it, hm?”
“Uh-huh.”
“What is it that you need, Satoru? Need me to fuck you real good? Need me to make the heat pains go away for good? Need me to put a baby in you, make you a mommy? Is that what you need?” With each question, Suguru increased the pace he moved Satoru’s hips, making both of you moan beneath him. When the alpha referred to him as “mommy,” though, Satoru moaned even louder. The sound only seemed to spur Suguru on, and soon enough he was snapping his hips against your fellow omega’s with every thrust, though he made sure to still fuck the other bunny’s cock into you; he didn’t want to leave either of his mates wanting, after all.
“I see,” he said, breathing a bit harder as he spoke. “You need me to breed you, huh? Don’t worry, bunny, I’ll make sure you’re so thoroughly bred during your heat that it’s impossible for you to not be carrying my baby.” He drove into the other man harder and harder with every thrust, which in turn made every thrust of Satoru’s hips more forceful. The tip of your omega mate’s cock was practically bruising your cervix, and it made stars burst across your vision. You could feel that coil tightening in your core once again, but it wasn’t quite enough to get you to your peak.
“Please!” Satoru wailed, tears once again spilling down his cheeks. “Yes, please, alpha, fuck, want it so fucking bad…” He was practically babbling at this point, consumed by his instinct to be bred by his alpha to the point that nothing else mattered to him.
“I’ll give it to you, Satoru, no need to cry,” the fox crooned, though there was the faintest hit of taunting in his tone. “Just need you to fill up our little one again, one last time. Gotta make them a mommy, too, yeah?”
As if all he’d been waiting for was permission to cum, your fellow bunny let out one choked sob of pleasure before his cock throbbed, then painted the inside of your pussy white again.
The feeling of him filling you up again was enough to tip you over the edge, and you cried out his name as you came, clawing at his back as your vision whited out for a moment. You were dimly aware of Suguru swearing, then stopping the movement of both his own and Satoru’s hips.
It was a few moments before you fully came back to yourself, and you turned your head, resting your damp forehead against Satoru’s sweat-sticky one. He bumped his nose lightly against yours, letting his lips ghost across yours – not quite a kiss, but as close as you could manage as you fought to catch your breath.
Your gaze flitted upward again when you felt Suguru take your hand, lifting it to his lips as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the inside of your wrist right above your scent gland. He then leaned down a bit further, pressing a kiss to Satoru’s shoulder as he caught his own breath.
You felt your ears droop with exhaustion, but your heart stuttered for a moment when you both heard and faintly felt your alpha’s low, rumbling purr as he laid over the two of you. Though you knew that soon the three of you would have to separate to get cleaned up and to eat, for now you would bask in the afterglow of such an intense bout of lovemaking with your mates. When Satoru began to purr as well, you couldn’t help but join in; all was right between the three of you, and you were happy. Nothing else really mattered beyond that.
also special shoutout to @pastelle-rabbit & her post about bunny hybrids that i got permission to incorporate into this fic. hope i did that mental image justice for you friend 💜
merry christmas @awksrambles ! i was your assigned elf for the @pixelcafe-network secret santa exchange! i've never written sanemi before, so i'm a littler nervous about posting this, but i hope you like it & i've done your selfship justice! 💜 also i know sanemi's bday was almost a month ago but he deserves a good birthday ok
read on ao3 | wc: 1.1k | cw: gn reader, nonsexual nudity, a bit of suggestive humor, domestic bliss, onsen vacation, belated character birthday fic
The onsen was even more of a relief than you had expected. Though the weather in late November was rarely very pleasant, it had been windy on your trek to the ryokan, and you and your husband had barely arrived before you lost the feeling in your toes.
Sanemi looked up as you approached your private onsen, his features softening into a small smile as he extended his hand. Accepting it was easier than breathing, and you were thankful for the extra bit of support as you joined him. As the hot water enveloped you, a small, involuntary groan of relief slipped from your lips.
"And I thought I was the only thing that could get you to make that sound," Sanemi chuckled, his smile widening into a grin as you swatted at his shoulder.
"So crude," you chided, though there was no heat behind your words. "I try to take you on a nice vacation for your birthday and this is the thanks I get in return?" Any other words you might've said were stolen when your husband wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close, tilting your chin up with one hand so he could kiss you.
"I'll do my best to behave from now on," he promised as he pulled away, still smiling down at you. "Or at least while we're in the onsen." The wind hashira's eyes glinted playfully, and you couldn't help but chuckle at him.
"Thank you, my love," you said, pulling him back down into another kiss. Though you allowed the touch to linger for a moment, you did eventually pull away, settling back down with your head resting against his shoulder. When he adjusted his hold on your waist and shifted your position again, you didn't protest, trusting him not to cause you any pain or discomfort.
You ended up sitting with your back pressed to his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your skin a song you hoped you'd never hear the end of. The two of you sat there for a few moments, enjoying the view of the mountains in the distance. Silence settled over you, but it wasn't uncomfortable – it was peaceful, in fact, a pleasant reprieve from the chaos and danger that filled every other day of your lives.
After a few moments, Sanemi loosened his hold around your waist, lifting his hands to your shoulders. The heat of his palms on your skin matched the water that surrounded you, and as his fingers began to press into your shoulder blades, you practically melted into his touch.
Almost as familiar with your body as he was his own, he worked the tension from your muscles with ease, slowly making his way down your arms. He took special care as he reached your wrists where he knew you had the most lingering pain, gentling his touch a bit and using the hot water a bit more to ease your discomfort, even if you both knew it was only temporary.
Eventually, once he had massaged the away the tension and the pain in your hands, he turned them over so your palms rested against his own, and delicately laced your fingers together. The act made you smile, and you tilted your head back to look up at him. Sanemi was already looking at you as did, the look in his eyes speaking his feelings for you louder than any words ever could.
"I love you, Sanemi," you murmured, giving his hands a light squeeze.
Squeezing your hands gently in return, he tipped his head down to steal a kiss from your lips. A soft hum escaped you at the touch, and you easily returned the affection. One kiss easily melted into another, then another, then another, and you only pulled away when you finally needed to breathe.
Still settled back against your husband's chest, you were a bit surprised to see snowflakes falling from the sky. They didn't last long, all of the ones closest to you melting as soon as they met the steam rising from the water, but they continued to come down, slowly dusting the landscape white.
"It's early for snow," you mused, mostly to yourself; it wasn't quite December yet, so though you knew it would be cold, you hadn't expected such wintry weather.
"Just means I'll have to keep you extra warm tonight," Sanemi murmured against your ear, the feeling of his breath across your skin making you squirm and giggle faintly. The chuckle that spilled from his lips in response rumbled pleasantly from his chest and into your ribs, the vibrations grounding you even further in the intimacy of the moment.
"C'mon, baby," he said after a moment, disentangling his hands from yours and pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. "Let's get inside before it gets too cold out here. Can't have my beautiful wife freezing to death on my birthday."
You rolled his eyes at his teasing words, but once he was out of the water and offering you a hand out, you easily accepted. "I guess that would make for a rather unpleasant memory," you responded seriously, though you couldn't manage to keep the playful smile from tugging at the corner of your lips.
"It would," Sanemi agreed, grinning as he pulled you close, wrapping a towel around you as he kissed your forehead. "I'd much rather enjoy dinner and fall asleep with you in my arms."
"No dessert?"
"No need, you're all the sweets I need."
The compliment sent an unexpected heat to your cheeks, and you turned away, holding your towel secure as you made your way back to your room. "That's a shame," you called over your shoulder, "Because I brought some homemade ohagi with us to celebrate."
There was a pause, and when you glanced behind you, Sanemi had started to hurry after you, completely nude, and you couldn't help but laugh at the sight. "Sanemi, your towel! You can't walk naked through the ryokan!"
Your husband groaned, turning back and dutifully returning for his towel, securing it around his waist before rushing back to catch up to you again. "You made ohagi for me?"
"I did. But I'm not telling you where I hid them until after dinner."
He let out a long sigh, but it was clear his mood wasn't actually soured. "Fine," he conceded, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and bringing you into his side. "Thank you, my love," he added after a moment, leaning over and kissing your temple softly. "Today has been wonderful."
"You're welcome, Sanemi. Happy birthday, my love."
also tysm to @eliza-and-her-monsters for beta reading this for me, you're a lifesaver 💜
hello friends! i'm back with a very special fic for @princess-okkotsu's birthday! aleks, i hope today is kind to you, and that this fic is to your liking 💜
also this is my first (reader insert) fic since... christmas, sorry about that 😔 it's also only my second time writing yuta so if he's a little ooc, pls look away, i did my best 😭 also, i personally do not speak spanish but a friend who is a native speaker helped me with the spanish dialogue so it would be accurate!
read on ao3 | wc: 1150 | info: gn reader (no pronouns used), reader has curly hair & is implied to be short, established relationship, child character has a name, reader/yuta/son are all trilingual (spanish/english/japanese), it's reader's birthday, just pure domestic fluff
Though winter was beginning to draw to a close and the weather was no longer frigid, slow, cozy mornings still persisted in your home, and today was no exception.
You stirred when you felt the bed shift beside you, the weight of your husband lifting away from you causing your lashes to flutter. Before you fully opened your eyes, though, he was quick to lean in and shush you, taking the hand that stretched out to the warm spot he left behind on the mattress and kissing your knuckles.
"Sleep," Yuta murmured.
The feeling of his lips ghosting against your skin as he spoke was a siren song, though, and you opened your eyes to look at him anyways. His small smile, a mix of apologetic and loving, was what you hoped to wake up to every day for the rest of your life; you couldn't help but return it.
"Morning," you mumbled, allowing your eyes to flutter shut again for a moment as Yuta tucked a loose curl behind your ear.
"Sorry to wake you, my love." His voice was quiet, still a little fuzzy with sleep, and his apology was sincere. "I promised Akihiro we'd make breakfast this morning."
Your heart practically melted. "Don't keep him waiting," you told him, gently waving him off. "I'll join you in a bit."
With a final kiss to your knuckles, your husband released you and slipped from the room, leaving the door slightly ajar behind him.
For a while, you were content just to lay in bed, drifting in and out of a light doze as the sound of your husband and your son working in the kitchen drifted to you. Idly, you wondered what the result of each of the noises you heard would be; the trill of the rice cooker being started, the enthusiastic sound of something being whisked, the faint thud of something being placed on the stove, the repetitive clicks of the burner being lit, the sizzle of liquid meeting hot metal, and, woven through everything else, the muted sound of a conversation in mismatched languages.
The knowledge that Yuta was taking the opportunity to practice his Spanish – a language that didn't come as easy to him as he wished it did – with your son filled you with so much love that you couldn't stand not to be with them another moment longer. You pushed yourself from the bed, sliding on your house slippers and running your fingers through your hair in an attempt to tame what your curls had become as you'd laid in bed.
You kept your steps quiet as you approached the kitchen, not wanting to interrupt the father-son bonding just yet. Yuta adored Akihiro, and you loved the moments you got to see him with your baby boy before he spotted you, so you hoped to steal another of those glimpses now.
"Like this?" Akihiro asked in English, likely by his father's encouragement.
"Sí," Yuta answered, "Pero ten cuidado de no, uh…" His voice trailed off, clearly trying to remember the Spanish word for what he was trying to say. "No tocarlo donde está caliente o te vas a quemar," you heard him finish after a moment.
When you peeked around the doorway, you saw your son standing on a stool beside his father, his little brows creased with focus as he rolled the tamagoyaki down the pan with a little rubber spatula. He paused as Yuta poured more of the scrambled egg mixture into the pan, watching it as it cooked until he was given permission to roll the omelette back the other way.
"Buen trabajo," your husband praised, once the eggs were finished. He was quick to turn off the stove and move the pan onto a trivet on the counter, all the while making sure your son wouldn't wind up burned. "Puedes poner la mesa por mí, campeón?" he asked, and though you couldn't quite see his face, you could hear the smile on his lips.
"Sure!" Akihiro stepped off his stool, then carried it across the room so he could reach the cabinets where the dishes were kept, his hair bouncing slightly as he moved.
You lingered in the doorway for a moment longer, watching as Yuta turned his attention to a different part of the meal. With practiced ease, he plucked your favorite matcha from its designated spot, along with your matcha bowl – an expensive hand painted one you'd gotten as a wedding gift – and the whisk. It was almost mesmerizing to watch him work, his movements confident as he measured the tea, made sure the water was the perfect temperature, and whisked it together like it was what he was born to do.
After he finished, you finally stepped into the room, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your cheek against his back as you held him. You felt him startle slightly at the touch, but he quickly calmed under your hands.
"Hola," he greeted, a faint chuckle in his voice.
"Hi," you responded in Japanese, the greeting half-mumbled into the fabric of his shirt. "You guys spoil me, doing all the work for breakfast."
"No todos los días nuestra persona favorita está de cumpleaños," he answered simply, turning carefully in your hold until he was facing you. His lips still curled into a soft smile, he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and leaned down to kiss your forehead. "Te amamos. Yo en particular te amo. Muchísimo."
Heat rose to your cheeks at his words, his sincere devotion still somehow catching you off guard even after all the years you'd been together; hearing it from him in Spanish made it even more special to you in ways you couldn't quite describe. "I love you more."
A soft laugh spilled from his lips, and he shook his head. "No, yo te amo más." He tipped your chin up gently with a finger, stealing a gentle kiss from your lips before adding, "Por siempre."
Before you could say anything else, you felt the weight of your son hit your legs as he wrapped you up in his own hug.
"Happy birthday!" Akihiro practically cheered, his big brown eyes sparkling as he beamed up at you. "I helped with breakfast, we made your favorites!"
Smiling down at him, you brushed your son's hair from his eyes. "Thank you, baby. You did a great job."
Your heart felt fit to burst with how much you loved your little family, and how much you knew they loved you, too. They never let you forget how much they loved you, but right then, standing in your kitchen with the smell of fresh-made food still lingering in the air and both your husband and your son hugging you as they wished you a happy birthday, you were especially aware of their love for you, and it meant the world to you.
i was able to hop onto @lorelune's spring fever a/b/o event super last minute last night, so this is my entry for that! (technically i did finish this fic before midnight but i didn't have the energy to format it then, so it's going up now, haha). i apologize in advance bc this is definitely the filthiest thing i've ever written. i don't know where most of this came from (i think the boys possessed me and ghostwrote it tbh). i was enabled by aleks to put this on paper, so... thank him lol
read on ao3 here | wc: ~8.1k | cw: a/b/o dynamics/omegaverse, hybrid au (fox geto, bunny reader, bunny gojo), gn afab!reader (afab anatomy terms used), alpha geto, omega reader, omega gojo, established stsg, oral sex (reader receiving), threesome, multiple orgasms, knotting, biting/claiming, mating bonds, intersex omega (gojo has a penis & a vagina), unprotected sex, creampies, gojo has a praise kink & a degradation kink, a little bit of voyeurism, multiple discussions of consent, i'm pretty sure that's everything! 18+ only, ageless/blank blogs & minors dni.
You were still trying to figure out how you’d ended up in this situation.
Growing up, your parents had warned you countless times about Big Bad Wolves, told you to watch out for their pointed lies and pointier teeth, but they’d never warned you about foxes and their silver tongues.
Now that you thought about it, your parents were probably being more metaphoric than you thought as a child, but it was a little late to come to that realization, seeing as you were already underneath a particularly sly fox and completely at his mercy.
But how were you supposed to not trust him, not fall for him? His dark eyes were so kind, his little smile so warm… and he’d had another bunny hanging off of him, inviting you to spend time with them, to get to know them. And somehow in just a few short months, you were coaxed into bed by that same welcoming bunny and kind fox.
A small tug at your ear brought you back to the present, and you blinked, looking up into those dark eyes, now a few shades darker with desire – hunger, your instincts told you, making your heart pound even faster in your ribcage.
“Where’d you go, little one? You left us for a second there.” Suguru’s voice was low and rumbling, but you could hear the genuine concern woven in with the lust that laced his tone.
“They zoned out because you’re taking so damn long,” Satoru retorted from behind you before you had a chance to say anything. He hugged you a bit closer to his chest, trailing his lips across your cheek as he murmured, “Maybe we’ll just have to start without him, hm? Who needs an alpha, anyways? They're just knotheads, after all.”
Despite his bravado, you could feel the way your fellow bunny’s heart rate picked up as you both watched Suguru for his reaction.
To his credit, Suguru’s composure was nearly unshakeable; the only outward reaction to Satoru’s half-threat was a slight twitch of one of his elegant black fox ears, and he cocked his head slightly. “Is that so?” he questioned, then looked away from Satoru to focus on you. “You can believe him if you want, little one, because I know you’ve never been with an alpha before, but you should know he doesn’t even believe that himself. You should hear the way he begs for my knot like a cheap whore, even when he’s not in heat.”
Satoru shuddered behind you, and a soft puff of air ghosted across your skin as his grip tightened further around your waist. You’d known he was aroused before he held you so tight, but now it was undeniable, his hard cock pressed against your back, and the size of it made you jump slightly; if he was that big as an omega, then what the fuck was Suguru hiding in his pants? You shuddered at the thought, and you couldn’t stop the hint of fear that tinged your scent.
Both men stopped then, detecting the change in your scent. They exchanged a glance, and Suguru’s entire demeanor softened as he spoke again, lowering himself so he no longer towered over you where you sat on the bed with Satoru. “Do you want to stop?” he asked quietly, tilting his head slightly. “We don’t have to go through with this if you’re not comfortable.”
“We won’t be upset,” Satoru added, lightly rubbing his thumb back and forth across your stomach in an attempt to soothe you. “If you’re not enjoying yourself, we’ll stop. Your comfort and pleasure are really important to us.”
Though you knew they were expecting an answer, you could tell they would be patient with you, even if it took you hours to decide one way or the other. You hesitated, taking a few moments to really examine how you were feeling, both physically and emotionally. The fear you felt was undeniable, but it was strongly rivaled by your desire, your prey instincts warring with your human wants.
And really, you knew you were safe with them, even if Suguru was a predator. His self control was stronger than anyone else you’d ever met, and even if he somehow did lose control of himself and begin to succumb to his instincts, you were certain Satoru would do everything he could to protect you; he was stubborn and aggressive, especially for an omega, and a prey animal hybrid on top of that.
Feeling comforted by that knowledge, you once again met the alpha’s gaze. “I want this,” you confirmed. “I want you – both of you.”
Almost before the words were fully out of your mouth, the smell of arousal grew thick in the air, so heavy it should have choked you, but really you couldn’t get enough of it. Suguru’s was more potent, but it just made his scent a little smokier. Satoru’s, on the other hand, was sharp, a burst of cinnamon against the syrupy sweetness of his usual scent. Everything combined was so heady, so overwhelming in the best way possible, that your eyes fluttered shut, and you bit your lip to keep from moaning out loud.
“Ah-ah, none of that,” Suguru chided, reaching up and squishing your cheeks together slightly until your bottom lip was no longer caught between your teeth.
Your eyes opened again at the touch, your pupils blown wide as you gazed down at the alpha in front of you.
“We want to hear you, little one. How else are we supposed to know if we’re making you feel good?”
“Sugu likes it noisy,” Satoru added, leaning in to whisper in your ear. He trailed one hand down your stomach to your thigh, rubbing little circles on the soft flesh of your inner thigh with his thumb as he spoke. “You’ll see soon enough, but he’s a talker… loves when I talk, too. Loves when he fucks me dumb and all I can do is moan and whine and whimper, all because of him…”
Though the other bunny was speaking to you, both of you had your eyes locked on the fox, all of you waiting for someone else to move first. Your heart pounded in time with Satoru’s, your bodies finding an odd, instinctual sort of comfort in each other; two prey hybrids against one predator.
Said predator’s gaze was still locked on yours, his lips curling into a hungry smirk, now that he knew that you wanted him – wanted them – just as bad as they wanted you. He shrugged slightly at Satoru’s words, and he pushed himself up from where he’d knelt on the floor in front of you, once again towering over you.
“Since you were so quick to insist that you didn’t need me,” he cooed, taking a step back from the bed. “Why don’t you two get started, hm? Get them ready for me, pretty boy.”
Before you even had time to fully process the alpha’s words, Satoru was moaning in your ear, then practically dragging you further up the bed with him.
A rather undignified squeak of surprise escaped you at the movement, but you were too taken aback to try and fight it at all. Next thing you knew, you were on your back, staring up at Satoru with wide eyes.
“You ready?” he asked, eyes glinting as he stared down at you.
“I, uh… ready for what, exactly?” You felt your cheeks burn with both arousal and embarrassment, your brain already feeling a little unfocused, and they hadn’t even touched you yet.
“Sex, duh,” he replied, but he couldn’t quite stifle the giggle that accompanied his words. The sound helped relax you a bit, and you smiled up at him.
“I’m pretty sure we’re wearing too many clothes to have sex,” you told him, a soft laugh escaping you, and he grinned, winking playfully at you.
“That we are, little bunny,” he agreed, tugging lightly on your ear. “But I’m gonna take care of that right now, don’t you worry.”
You wrinkled your nose at him, and it twitched a bit, the movement involuntary. Pulling your ear from his hold, you frowned up at him. “You’re a bunny too, y’know.”
“Ah, yes, good catch! I, however, am not small, in any sense of the word. So you’re my little bunny.” His smile sharpened into a smirk, and the sight, combined with the implications of his words and the outline of his cock that had been pressed against you mere moments before, had heat stirring in your belly.
When you offered no further comments of protests, Satoru got to work ridding you of your clothes, so quickly you were worried he might tear them in his haste to have you naked beneath him. By the time he reached your bra, though, you batted his hands away.
“I’ll do this part, if you ruin this I’ll be very upset with you.” The bra wasn’t anything especially fancy, but you still took care of it as best you could, because you liked the way it made you look. “Besides,” you added, reaching around to undo the clasps. “Don’t you also have to be naked for us to have sex?”
Satoru pulled his shirt over his head as you spoke, and he huffed quietly when it got stuck on his ears for a moment. He smirked at you again afterwards, though. “Hmm, not necessarily, no. But I’ll be nice and get naked anyways.”
You rolled your eyes at his words as you tossed your bra off to the side, presumably in the direction all your other clothes had ended up. As you settled back against the pillows, you went to cross your arms over your chest out of habit, but stopped when you caught Suguru staring at you. He said nothing, but his meaning was clear: there would be no hiding from either of them tonight, or ever. You were theirs now.
In just a few seconds, though, your view of the fox was interrupted by your fellow bunny, who looked like he was ready to go all night with you and completely ignore his partner sitting in the chair across the room. “Lay back and spread your legs for me,” he encouraged. “I’m dying to taste that pretty little pussy of yours.”
His words came as a shock, and you felt your face burning all over again. “You don’t, uh. I mean, you don’t have to do that. Really.” You pressed your knees together as you spoke, unsure how to proceed. None of your former partners had ever expressed interest in going down on you, so you weren’t sure if Satoru felt obligated to do this, or what, but you didn’t expect him to frown at you.
“I know I don’t have to,” he confirmed. “But I want to. Like I really want to, if you’re comfortable with that.”
All you could do for a few long moments was stare at him, as if waiting for him to laugh at any second, for him to tease you for falling for such a silly prank, but he never did. His eyes were focused on your face, though they were now more black than blue because of how dilated they were.
“You can tell him no, little one,” Suguru assured from his seat across the room. “You’re calling the shots here. If you say no, it doesn’t happen.”
Once again comforted by his words – and baffled that you had so much control over this situation – you let out a soft, trembling breath, before looking back to Satoru. “If you really want to…” you agreed quietly, hesitating a moment longer before you complied with his earlier request, leaning back against the pillows and spreading your legs.
“I really do,” Satoru confirmed yet again, and as you spread your legs, his gaze instantly dropped to his prize. He was quick to settle down on his stomach, wrapping his arms around your thighs once he was eye-level with your cunt.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re dripping for us already.” He sounded almost in awe of you and your body as he spoke, and if his hold on your thighs had been any less sure, you would have slammed your legs shut again. As it was, you squirmed uselessly in his hold, face burning in embarrassment.
“Stop staring,” you whined, hoping you didn’t sound as flustered as you felt. “If you’re gonna use your mouth on me then get started already.” The attempted scowl on your face vanished as he bit down on the plush of your thigh, and you yelped. “That’s not what I meant!”
“Isn’t it?”
“Satoru,” Suguru chastised, and both of you froze at his tone. “Don’t be mean to them. Do what you promised, or I’ll have to punish you.”
Satoru’s ears dropped at the mention of a possible punishment, and he nodded slightly. “Yes, alpha,” he said, then pressed a gentle kiss to the spot he had bitten. “Sorry, little bunny,” he apologized quietly, holding your gaze as he spoke.
Still feeling a little baffled by how quickly Satoru had obeyed Suguru, you simply nodded your forgiveness.
He seemed to relax a bit then, and he dropped his gaze once again. His intense focus on such an intimate part of you had you feeling beyond flustered, so you leaned your head back into the pillows, staring intensely at the ceiling. You could feel his hot breath against your slick soaked skin, and you couldn’t for the life of you figure out what he was waiting for.
“It’s not very polite not to look at someone when they’re pleasuring you, little one.” Suguru’s voice had a teasing lilt to it, but you could tell he wasn’t entirely kidding.
Is that seriously what’s stopping him? you thought to yourself, but you didn’t say the words out loud. Instead, you replied, in a voice much smaller than you expected, “I can’t look at him.”
“Why not? Is something wrong?”
“No? I-I don’t… I don’t know,” you stammered. “Nobody’s ever gone down on me before. I can’t look at him while he does it.”
There was a beat of silence, then another.
“Can you look at me instead?”
That caught your attention. You lifted your head from the pillow once again, though this time you focused on the alpha across the room, rather than the omega between your legs. This is manageable.
“Hmm, there you are,” the fox hummed, giving you an encouraging smile. “Better?”
“Much,” you agreed quietly, and you were surprised to find that meeting his gaze was exactly the thing you needed to ground you.
“Good, I’m glad. You can start now, Satoru.”
The first swipe of his tongue up your folds had your whole body trying to jerk away from the touch, though the movement was involuntary. It didn’t feel bad – in fact it felt good, really good, as he pressed in closer, his tongue exploring places even your fingers had rarely touched. When he moaned against you, your head dropped backwards at the intensity of the feeling.
“Ah ah, little one.”
Suguru’s voice had Satoru stopping his movements, despite the fact that he wasn’t the one being spoken to. You whined pathetically as his tongue pulled away from you, and you couldn’t help but pout.
“Eyes on me,” Suguru continued, the words clearly directed at you, “or you don’t get to cum yet.”
Instantly your head shot up, and you stared at the alpha wide-eyed, breathing a little heavier than you had been before.
His expression was smug once you met his gaze, and even if you hadn’t been able to see his smirk, you would’ve been able to hear it in his voice. “Very good,” he praised.
With the confirmation that you were doing as you were told, Satoru was quick to get back to work, moaning into your skin as he licked up your slick. Some part of your brain was insisting that no omega should enjoy the taste of another omega’s slick, but Satoru had never been what an omega should be, so you shoved the thought aside.
Just as you pushed the thought from your mind, the bunny between your legs wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked. It felt as if all the air had been sucked from your lungs, and your thighs clenched around his head, though that only made him moan louder into you.
Somehow, you managed to keep your eyes open and locked on Suguru, even if your vision was a little fuzzy around the edges. When he spoke to you again, though, it took a bit more focus to really hear him.
“You can touch him, you know.”
“Wh— oh my god — what do you mean?”
A small chuckle escaped him, and he tilted his head slightly as he gazed at you. “You can touch Satoru, if you want to. You won’t get in trouble, or anything like that. In fact,” he glanced down at the other bunny’s fluffy white head, “I can confidently say he wants you to touch him. Isn’t that right, pretty boy?”
“Please,” Satoru whimpered, barely pulling away from your cunt long enough to speak, and he was quick to dive back in, this time working his tongue into you.
You weren’t sure what the noise you made was, but you didn’t really care; all you could focus on was the feeling of his hot, wet tongue working you open. Without even thinking about it, your hands flew from the bedsheets to his hair, tangling the strands between your fingers and pulling, much harder than you’d intended to. There was no room for you to even attempt an apology, though, because the sensation had him moaning louder than before, and he rutted his hips down into the mattress.
“Told you,” Suguru chuckled, but neither of you really heard him, too lost in the way Satoru had his mouth on you, licking up your slick like he’d die without it.
When the other omega pulled his mouth away from you, you whimpered, dropping your gaze from Suguru’s to Satoru’s. Before you could form any sort of complaint, though, you watched as he released his hold on one of your thighs and pushed one of his long fingers into you.
Your brain short circuited at the sight, and you let out a strangled moan, unable to tear your eyes away from his hand. He worked you open carefully, first with one finger, then with two, and before you knew it he was curling three fingers into your sweet spot, the pleasure of it so intense you were nearly cross eyed, especially with the way he was still sucking on your clit.
“I told you to get them ready for me, didn’t I, pretty boy?”
“Yes,” Satoru answered instantly, the word muffled against your skin; the vibrations of it had you moaning quietly.
“And do you think your fingers are going to be enough for that?” His voice was a little darker than before. Not scary or overtly predatory, just… more intense, more focused; hungrier.
“N-no, alpha,” Satoru panted, thrusting his fingers faster, panting heavily into your pussy. “Want to taste them first, please? Wanna make them cum all over my face…”
There was a pause, somewhat tense as both you and your fellow bunny waited for the fox’s answer.
“Well, when you ask so nicely,” he practically purred. “Go ahead, Satoru. Make a mess out of them.”
That was all the permission Satoru needed. He latched onto your clit once again, alternating between sucking and tracing patterns against it with his tongue, his fingers abusing your sweet spot until you were seeing stars.
You barely recognized the scream that tore its way out of you as your own voice, too busy thrashing in his hold, thighs clamping down around his head once again. You gushed slick everywhere – all over his fingers, all over his mouth, all over the sheets – until everything was wet and almost sticky with it.
Though you had no memory of closing your eyes, it wasn’t long before you heard Suguru’s voice, now much closer than before, gently calling your name, asking you to open your eyes for him. Eventually you managed to comply, slowly fluttering your eyes open to look up at the fox.
“There you are,” Suguru praised quietly. “Pretty boy really did a number on you, huh?” He brushed your hair out of your eyes as he spoke, and you weren’t really sure if he expected you to answer him or not. You stayed silent, more focused on catching your breath and coming down from the most mind blowing orgasm of your life, and your silence didn’t seem to bother him at all.
“What about you, pretty boy. How’re you feeling?” You managed to follow the alpha’s gaze – albeit a bit sluggishly – as he turned his attention from you to the other omega, and what you saw had your face burning all over again.
The lower half of Satoru’s face was absolutely drenched in your slick, and you could see how it was beginning to run down his chin and jaw to his neck. His hand wasn’t any better off, either: there was slick coating him well past his wrist. You were mildly horrified that you’d done that to him, but it was clear by the look on his face that he was thrilled that you’d made such a mess of him. “Feelin’ really good,” he answered, a dopey grin on his face as he sat up. The bunny leaned over you a bit then, getting as close to the fox as he could without actually moving from his spot kneeling between your legs. “Wanna taste?”
Suguru smirked slightly at Satoru’s question. “Of course I do,” he replied. Then, he reached out, lightly threading his fingers through the hair on the back of Satoru’s head, pulling him into a messy, heated kiss; a kiss that he absolutely dominated, without any sort of protest from the other man.
As you watched them, still somewhat dazed, you realized that, at some point between getting up from his seat across the room and joining the two of you on the bed, Suguru had stripped himself of his clothes, leaving him just as bare as the two bunnies waiting for him. There was a part of you insisting on looking down, on getting a good look at his cock while you could, but you were too caught up watching the two men kiss.
Some time later – minutes or hours, you weren’t sure – they broke apart, both of them panting against each other. “Delicious,” Suguru murmured after a moment, licking the last vestiges of your slick from around his mouth. “I’ll have to get a taste first hand next time, but for now, pretty boy, you need to finish preparing them for me.”
Satoru nodded obediently, though a soft squeak escaped him as the other man reached around and tugged lightly on his tail, just to tease him a bit. The bunny huffed indignantly, but the effect of his reaction was lost when you saw that his pupils were still blown wide and his eyes were still slightly glassy as he focused on you.
“You ready for more?” he asked, tilting his head slightly as he looked down at you. “Or do you need more time to catch your breath?” As he spoke, he reached down and began to stroke himself with the hand still coated with your slick, his breath stuttering a bit at the touch.
Thankfully you had managed to catch your breath by this point, and you nodded dumbly for a moment. “Yeah, I’m ready,” you confirmed, sounding more steady than you had expected, given your brain was still catching up to your body.
“Thank god,” Satoru sighed, then shuffled into a better position, hovering over you and propping himself up on the hand not currently occupied. “I’ll be careful,” he promised, his voice gentle and sweet.
You nodded again, trusting him to keep his word, and spread your legs a bit wider to better accommodate him. A gasp flew from your lips as he lined up with your entrance and slowly began to push forward. You’d known he wasn’t small, but feeling the outline of his cock against your back was not the same thing as feeling it pushing its way into your body. Your hands shot up to his shoulders, nails digging into the pale skin there as he slowly filled you, inch by impossible inch.
When you felt his hips finally meet yours, you both let out a shaky moan, and he dropped his forehead to yours for a moment, now propping himself up on his elbows so he wasn’t fully crushing you into the bed.
“Can I have a kiss?” he asked quietly after a few moments, and the question caught you a bit off guard, especially since he seemed a little nervous to ask.
Pushing on his chest a bit so you could get a proper look at him, you scanned his face to figure out what, exactly, his goal was, but all you found in his expression was earnestness and hope, and the tiniest hint of worry. “...Yeah,” you agreed after a moment. “Yeah, you can have a kiss.”
The little grin that tugged at his lips was more adorable than it had any right to be while he was buried balls deep in you, but you found yourself smiling back anyways, allowing your eyes to slip shut for a moment as your lips made contact.
Though the kiss started as a soft, chaste press of lips, it quickly devolved into deep, sloppy kisses, barely enough time to breathe in between each kiss. Your ability to breathe was well and truly stolen for a moment as Satoru began to move, gently rocking his hips up into you at first, then eventually beginning to properly thrust, pulling out a bit before pushing back into you again.
Each movement had you panting and moaning beneath him, one hand still gripping his shoulder as the other trailed up his neck to tangle in his hair. “Ho— o-oohhh — h-how is this preparing me for Suguru?” you asked, doing your best to focus on the omega above you, despite how good he was making you feel.
“He’s bigger than I am,” Satoru answered, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He noticed the way you tensed slightly and shuddered at his words, and he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “It’s okay,” he soothed, and you could hear a quiet purr rumbling in his chest as he spoke. “That’s what this is for, ‘kay? I keep making you feel good, make sure you’re nice and ready for our alpha when it’s his turn.”
Apparently still able to scent your apprehension, the bunny pressed a few more soft kisses down the side of your face, still purring quietly all the while. “It’s ok if you don’t think you can take him,” he murmured. “If you need to tap out after me, that won’t hurt his feelings. He’s gonna fuck me either way. After you and I are done you can participate as much or as little as you’d like, little bunny. Whatever you say, goes.”
Something about the tenderness underlying his words, and the sweet way he called you “little bunny” had you practically melting beneath him. “Okay,” you murmured, turning your head to catch his lip in another soft kiss, letting the touch linger longer than was strictly necessary, simply enjoying the intimacy while you could.
“Satoru?”
“Yes, bunny?”
“I appreciate how gentle you’re being with me right now, but my guess is Suguru won’t be as gentle.”
A small laugh escaped him, and he shook his head slightly. “You’re right,” he confirmed.
“Then I really think it’ll be better for all of us if you stop moving like you think you’ll break me and just fuck me.” Even as you spoke the words aloud, you felt flustered, but Satoru just smirked.
“Your wish is my command.”
He shifted his position slightly, guiding your legs up to wrap around his waist. Once he was confident you were settled, he started moving again. The sharp shift in the way he was fucking you was enough to make you yelp, though the sound dissolved into an unabashed moan, your grip on him tightening everywhere, desperate not to get jostled away from him.
It took an embarrassingly short amount of time for you to feel another orgasm building, but you were powerless to do anything but hold on for the ride and moan the omega’s name as he brought you to new levels of ecstasy.
Satoru’s pace faltered a few moments later, his hips stuttering to a stop as he gasped. You whined softly, but shifted until you could look over his shoulder to see what had happened.
Suguru was kneeling on the bed behind Satoru, a hint of a smirk on his face as he gazed down at you. “Please,” he said evenly. “Don’t stop on my behalf. It’s absolutely delicious to watch.”
When Satoru shivered and moaned loudly in your ear, you looked down from the alpha’s face, not entirely unsurprised to see he was currently fucking Satoru’s pussy with his fingers.
“Awe,” Suguru taunted. “Is this too much for you, pretty boy? Do you need me to stop?”
The fox seemed to consider for a moment, his ears and tail twitching in sync, before he came to a decision. He withdrew his fingers and landed a solid smack to the omega’s ass. “Make our little one cum first.”
“Yes, alpha.”
Clearly not wanting to disappoint Suguru, your fellow bunny resumed his relentless pace from before, hips stuttering a bit as Satoru began to fuck him with his fingers again, but he didn’t stop this time, and was easily able to regain his rhythm.
Ever a quick study, it wasn’t long until Satoru found your sweet spot, and once he found it, he adjusted his hips to make sure he nailed it with every thrust. He nibbled and sucked at your neck as you whimpered and writhed beneath him, thighs beginning to tremble where they were locked around his waist.
“You gettin’ close, little bunny?” he asked breathlessly, barely biting back a moan of his own as he waited for your answer.
“Uh-huh,” you whined, tilting your head to grant him further access to your neck. “Need more, ‘Toru, please…”
“I got you,” he promised. One of his hands snaked between your bodies, his palm resting on your lower belly as he reached down with his thumb, rubbing slow circles on your clit, the pace of his thumb a stark contrast to the pace of his hips.
“Cum for us, little one,” Suguru encouraged from above.
That was all it took. You wailed as you tipped over the edge into pure bliss again, your vision whiting out for a few moments as you shook almost violently in the throes of pleasure. Satoru was still rock hard inside you when you came back to yourself, though his thumb was – thankfully – no longer on your clit. His movements were more subtle now, more of a rocking motion as he moved back and forth into the wet heat of your cunt and the welcome intrusion of Suguru’s fingers.
“Please,” he whimpered, looking over his shoulder at the alpha. “Please, wanna cum, need to cum, please…”
“Shh,” the fox soothed. “No need to beg this time, pretty boy. You’ve done very well.”
The bunny whined at the praise, blush instantly coloring his cheeks as he rocked back onto the fingers in his cunt.
“Want you to cum inside them, yeah? Get them nice and wet for me…”
Satoru moaned the loudest he had all night at the command, and he nodded, moving his hips with purpose again now, though his movements were a bit uncoordinated. That didn’t matter, though, because soon enough he was pressing his full length into you one last time before spilling into you, simultaneously gushing slick over Suguru’s hand.
The sudden warmth filling you made a shiver run down your spine, and you moaned quietly at the feeling; it was much more pleasant than you would’ve expected. You were a bit surprised Satoru didn’t fully collapse on top of you then, but when you felt a larger, more calloused set of hands gently unwrapping your legs from around the other bunny’s waist, you realized it most likely because Suguru was planning to move him out of the way.
Your theory was proven right when, rather than falling down on top of you, Satoru flopped onto his back beside you on the bed, breathing heavily and staring almost unseeing at the ceiling. A moment later, a curtain of dark hair encroached on your vision, and you turned to look up at Suguru.
His narrow eyes crinkled around the edges as he smiled down at you. “Feeling alright, little one?” he asked gently, ghosting his fingers along the hickies Satoru had left down one side of your neck.
You hummed softly, giving him a slight nod, lashes fluttering and goosebumps raising your skin at the featherlight touch of his fingers on your throat.
“Good, I’m glad. How about a little breather, hm? Pretty boy over here will get all pouty if I don’t pay attention to him, too.” Though his words teasing in nature, almost taunting, the affection in the alpha’s voice was unmistakable.
His comment made you giggle softly, and you nodded. “Breather sounds nice,” you agreed. “I just get to lay here and relax?”
“Yeah, just relax,” he confirmed. “Roll over for me, I’ll help you get comfortable.”
You did as you were asked, flipping over so you now laid on your stomach, rather than your back. You jumped slightly as you felt him lift your hips with one hand, but quickly mellowed out when you realized he was just sliding a pillow under you.
“Comfy?”
“Very,” you hummed, unable to stop the purr that began to vibrate in your throat. “Go get him off before he starts whining.” You gestured in Satoru’s direction, eyes half closed as you allowed yourself to really relax.
That made Suguru laugh softly, and he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek before moving over to the other bunny, who seemed to be more coherent now, given that he looked displeased, and his bottom lip was jutted out.
“I don’t get whiny, and I don’t pout,” Satoru insisted.
“You’re pouting right now, pretty boy,” Suguru teased, smiling down at him.
Satoru said nothing, just huffed and looked away from the alpha above him. “You’re so mean to me.”
“Ah, but you like when I’m mean to you.”
“In bed.”
“Yes, pretty boy, I know. Only in bed.” Suguru began to press soft kisses down Satoru’s body then, pausing at his chest to take one of the omega’s pretty pink nipples between his teeth and tug lightly.
Satoru squeaked at the feeling, body jerking and gracelessly trying to swat the alpha in retaliation. “No fair! You promised you wouldn’t use teeth on them anymore.”
“Sorry,” Suguru apologized, not looking particularly sorry at all. “Won’t happen again.”
As they bantered back and forth, their affection for each other rolling off of them in waves, you watched silently from the sidelines, a soft, if slightly sad, smile on your face. Though you’d been in relationships before, you’d never had anything like what the two of them had, either romantically or platonically. Not until you’d met them, anyways.
They had always been so sweet to you, welcoming you into their world so quickly. You knew they never needed to pretend to be anything they weren’t when they were together, and the more time you spent with them, the less you felt like you had to pretend around them, too. It was nice to have people you trusted so much, and who trusted you the same; to love someone and have them love you in return.
Because really, you did love them, and you’d told them that before, more than once. It was a sentiment you knew they returned – they’d said it to you more than enough times for you to believe them – but the longer you thought about it, the more you realized that the line between romance and friendship with them had long since blurred, and that began to weigh on you.
Do I want what they have, or do I want… them?
Almost as soon as the thought crossed your mind, you shoved it aside; now was certainly not the time to be unpacking all of that.
You were quickly pulled back into the moment and out of your thoughts when you heard Suguru say your name. Only, he wasn’t talking to you, but about you, as he ground his hips into Satoru’s, buried to the hilt in the omega’s pussy. It took you a moment to realize what he was talking about, but eventually you realized he was talking about… biting you.
“They’d look so pretty with my mark on their neck, don’t you think, pretty boy? Let everyone know who they really belong to, who loves them more than anyone else.”
Satoru whined, though the sound wasn’t entirely pleasurable. “You said you’d bite me first,” he replied, voice quiet and smaller than you were used to hearing. “You promised, promised I’d be first, even when we fell for them. You promised.”
The pain that laced the edge of Satoru’s words nearly broke your heart, and before Suguru had a chance to say anything, you decided to cut in.
“Bite him first,” you said quietly, meeting the fox’s dark, steady gaze. “Keep your promise, bite him first. I’m not going anywhere.”
His eyes flashed at your words, and an almost hopeful look crossed his face, before he looked back down at Satoru. “You heard them, pretty boy. They’re not going anywhere.”
The bunny smiled at the news, letting out a little chirp – the single most adorable sound you’d ever heard him make – at the news, though soon enough he was gasping and moaning again as the fox fucked him a little harder, kissing and sucking down his throat and pumping his cock in time with his thrusts.
“F-Fuck, alpha, gonna cum,” he whined, bucking his hips up into Suguru’s fist.
“Cum for me, pretty boy,” Suguru cooed. “Cum for me and I’ll bite you.”
The words had barely left the alpha’s mouth before Satoru was crying out, writhing and bucking his hips as he spilled over Suguru’s hand, coating his fingers in white.
At that same moment, Suguru fulfilled his promise, biting down hard on the curve of the bunny’s throat, sinking his teeth into the scent gland there and thoroughly claiming Satoru as his. Satoru tensed as he was bitten, but it was only for a split second before he went completely boneless beneath the alpha, whining and babbling his name until the alpha released his hold on his neck.
“Look at you, pretty boy,” Suguru murmured affectionately. “Even prettier now that you’re mine…”
Satoru’s answering hum quickly morphed into a whine of protest as Suguru pulled out, still rock hard and covered in the other man’s slick; he hadn’t knotted Satoru, which struck you as odd.
“It’s ok, baby,” Suguru rushed to soothe him, brushing the hair from his forehead and pressing a soft kiss to the sweaty skin there. “I’ll knot you later, alright? Gotta make sure little one’s all taken care of first.”
The words seemed to do the trick, and Satoru quieted down, nodding slightly as he rolled over to lay on his side, now facing you. “He’s gonna make you feel really good,” he murmured, reaching out towards you and taking your hand. “His knot feels incredible.”
You giggled softly at his words, though you were sure he was being entirely sincere as he spoke. You squeezed his hand gently, only pulling away when Suguru removed the pillow from beneath your hips and rolled you over onto your back once again.
“Hi,” he greeted with a small chuckle. “You ready to take me?”
You opened your mouth to answer, but the words died in your throat as you finally got a good look at him, your eyes going comically wide.
His cock was huge. Maybe not quite as long as Satoru’s was, but it was much thicker, which reignited your worries from earlier in the evening.
“Hey, look at me,” Suguru called, gently tilting your chin up until you met his eyes again. “We can stop right here if you want. If you’re not ready to take me, that’s okay. And if you don’t want to have sex but you still want me to claim you, we can do that too.”
Knowing you still had the option to back out, even now, and knowing neither of the boys would be upset with you if you did was enough to bolster your confidence. “I want to keep going,” you told him. “Want you to knot me, claim me as yours.”
“I can definitely do that,” he said, purring a bit as he leaned down and kissed you. Much like your kisses with Satoru earlier, the touch went from sweet and chaste to desperate and devouring in just a few short moments.
As the alpha broke the kiss and shifted to sit back on his knees, you whined and attempted to follow him, but he kept a gentle hand on your stomach to keep you down where you were. “Wanna see what a mess Satoru made of you,” he said, a wicked gleam in his eye.
You swallowed thickly and nodded, not protesting as he placed his hands on your knees and pushed your legs apart, staring down at your messy, dripping pussy. When he let out a low whistle at the sight, you whined in embarrassment and covered your face with your hands; you couldn’t believe he wanted to see all that, couldn’t believe you were letting him, couldn’t believe he was enjoying it.
“Pretty boy sure did a good job getting you ready for me, I’ll give him that,” Suguru said, wanting to have just a bit more fun teasing the two of you, his two bashful omegas, before he gave you what both you and he wanted so badly. “That’s good, though. It’ll make it easier for you to take me.” He rubbed his hands up and down your thighs for a moment, waiting until you peeked through your fingers at him.
“It will?”
“Yes,” he confirmed. “The glide will be nice and easy, no dry friction or anything to worry about causing any pain. It’ll still probably be a bit of a stretch,” he added. “But it’ll be much easier on you this way.”
The tension bled from your shoulders at his words, and you nodded again, slowly pulling your hands away from your face. “What are you waiting for, then?” you asked him, biting your lip lightly after you spoke; you normally weren’t one to tease or speak so playfully in bed, but these two brought out a different side of you than any of your previous partners, and for that, you were glad.
“Well when you put it like that,” Suguru replied with a grin, spreading your legs a bit wider so he could settle between them more comfortably as he leaned down over you once again. He pecked a quick kiss to your lips as he lined himself up with your entrance. “I’m not waiting for anything anymore.”
He pushed in slowly, just as Satoru had, but you could feel your walls stretch to accommodate his girth. You clenched around him involuntarily, and he hissed at the feeling.
“Deep breaths, little one,” he murmured, helping you breathe in time with him, which in turn helped you relax and release the tension in your body. Before you knew it, he was fully seated inside you, and you cradled his face in your hands as you both took a moment to breathe.
“Suguru?”
“Yes, little one?”
“If you don’t knot me soon I think I might combust.”
A small laugh burst out of him then, and he easily captured your lips in a kiss. “I don’t think you’ll have to wait long,” he assured you. “I’m as desperate for this as you are.”
And desperate you were. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as you pulled him into another kiss, your fingers slipping through his silky black hair as you attempted to find something to hold onto, something to ground you as he fucked you, every movement deep and intentional, as if he had a mission to accomplish, because he did. Both of you were eager for him to knot you, to bite you and claim you as his just like he had done with Satoru a bit before.
You whined against the fox’s skin as you buried your face in his neck; he was making you feel amazing, but it wasn’t enough.
The feeling of another set of lips trailing down your arm to your shoulder had you gasping in surprise, and when you turned to see what was happening, you were pleased to see that it was your fellow bunny coming to help. He twitched an ear affectionately in your direction, and you did your best to return the gesture, a sweet – if somewhat fucked out – smile on your face as you looked at him.
Taking the gesture as an invitation, he leaned in and kissed you slow and sweet, his light purrs vibrating into the kiss and making you scrunch your nose as the feeling, but it wasn’t unpleasant. You allowed yourself to get lost in the kiss and the feeling of Suguru’s thick cock filling you better than anything or anyone else ever had, so when you felt two of Satoru’s dexterous fingers land on your clit and start tracing little infinity symbols, you gasped, beginning to writhe under the pleasurable stimulation.
“I’m gonna cum,” you warned, the words escaping you on a high pitched, whining moan, and you clenched around the cock inside you.
Suguru moaned in return, licking up the side of your neck left unblemished by Satoru before he spoke. “That’s okay,” he mumbled into your skin, placing hot, wet, openmouthed kisses haphazardly across your skin. “Let us make you feel good, don’t worry about anything else.”
You could only nod in response to his words, and seconds later you were falling apart, moaning high and breathless as you clenched around him, shuddering and shaking with pleasure. “Bite,” you begged quietly. “Please, alpha, claim me…”
A low, possessive growl rumbled in Suguru’s chest at the sound of you referring to him as “alpha”, and almost instantly he was sinking his fangs into your neck, in the exact same spot he had bitten the other bunny.
The breath was stolen from your lungs as you felt him puncture your scent gland, and while your prey instincts stiffened every muscle in your body for a split second, preparing you to flee for your life, the tension disappeared just as quickly, leaving you practically a puddle underneath your fox.
Just when you thought everything was done, that it couldn’t get any better, you felt Suguru slam into you one last time, flooding your insides with warmth; you also felt the way his knot swelled, stretching you out impossibly more and locking you together for a while.
You wailed at the feeling, nails scraping at his scalp until he released your throat from between his teeth. It was as if all the adrenaline and pain bled out of you from the new bite mark in your neck, and you certainly weren’t complaining.
A soft grunt slipped from your lips as Suguru collapsed on top of you, though he did what he could to keep his full weight off of you. When he deemed that task too difficult, though, he wrapped his arms around you, carefully rolling both of you onto your sides. Satoru was quick to snuggle up behind you, reaching across your body until he could rest a hand on your shared alpha’s hip; Suguru quickly did the same, and once they were touching each other again, they relaxed. You were sure their purring was involuntary, but it was genuine.
You’d certainly slept worse places than between two purring men who loved you.
yeah i.... don't really have anything else to say. this was not proofread so i apologize for any glaring errors. also i don't know how dicks work.
tagging: @lorelune @yutaleks @dr-runs-with-scissors @kentohours @fushigurro (not tagging my usual taglist bc uhh. this is not what y'all signed up for lmao)
hi friends! i know it's been a hot minute since i've posted a fic on here, but i hope you can forgive me since i come bearing gifts of suguru pwp. this was a drabble that got away from me based on this post, and is my entry for the pixel cafe kinktober event! i hope you guys enjoy this 💜
read on ao3 | wc: 1.4k | cw: self ship coded, gn/afab reader, use of nicknames, frottage/nonpenetrative sex, mentions of oral (reader receiving), brief condescending/teasing suguru
Suguru is incredibly attentive, just like he is in everything he does for you. He soothes away your embarrassment and shame every time, banishing the thought that you're withholding anything from him, or that you and your pleasure aren't worth the effort. "You're always worth it," he tells you, sealing his promise with kisses scattered across your face.
You learn very quickly that determination and laser focus are not limited to things outside the bedroom. That, combined with his apparently voracious sexual appetite, means that you never walk away from these moments unsatisfied. "This is about you," he always insists, "I want to make you feel good." Though sometimes you still feel guilty at all the focus being on your body, your pleasure, it didn't take long for you to realize that he liked ignoring his own desire; he liked the delay, told you it made the finish even better.
Not only did he focus on you, he worshipped you, taking his time undressing you, ghosting his fingers down your arms, kissing his way down your body until he knelt in front of you. Sitting on the bed in front of him like that always gave you a rush, the knowledge that he was yours in every way that matters nearly making you dizzy. When he pulls you closer to the edge of the bed, eases your legs over his broad shoulders, the dizziness only intensifies.
The way Suguru uses his mouth should be criminal. He takes his time, kissing and tasting your pussy the same way he does with your mouth, mapping everything out as if it were the first and last time he'd ever get to do so. It felt good — too good, and it always had your eyes squeezing shut with pleasure within minutes. But every time, without fail, he pulls away, presses a little kiss to your thigh, murmurs a gentle "Look at me, angel. Wanna see those pretty eyes of yours." And every time, without fail, you obey, even though holding his half-lidded gaze as he takes you apart, bringing you to the heights of pleasure multiple times and catching you each time you fall.
More often than not, he asks if he can use his fingers, his words laced with assurances that, whatever your answer, he won't be upset, he just wants to make you feel good. A lot of times, the answer is an embarrassed shake of your head, but he always cuts you off before you can apologize for it.
"Still want you," you tell him, and he pushes up to be closer to your eye level.
"You sure?"
A nod, maybe a bit too eager. "Please, Sugu, want you."
His gaze darkens with desire, and he nods back. "Anything you want, angel," and he's kissing you; the taste of yourself on his lips makes you moan, your cheeks burning as your eyes flutter shut. Parting your lips for his tongue is second nature at this point, and he takes over the kiss. Before you even realize what's happened, you're lying on your back, breathing a little heavier as you watch him crawl over you. While his gaze is hungry, his expression is soft as he smiles, kissing you breathless once again.
When you break the kiss to catch your breath, he rolls you over, settling his hands on your thighs as you straddle him. "This ok?" he asks, thumbs stroking your skin, sending sparks of electricity through your veins.
"Uh-huh," you confirm, looking down as you shift, settling down so his cock is spreading the lips of your pussy. As you settle your full weight on him, he moans, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment at the heat of you against him.
"Fuck," he groans, his grip on your plush thighs tightening briefly. It takes him a moment to steady himself, but eventually his eyes open again, and his hold on you relaxes. "You're so wet, angel, feels good." His lips twitch slightly into a smirk when he sees how flustered his words make you.
"Whenever you're ready," he encourages gently, "Use me however you need."
That's all you need to hear before you start to move. You start slow, taking your time getting into a rhythm with the rolls of your hips. A whimpering moan tumbles from your lips the first time the head of his cock bumps your clit, and a low hum rumbles from his chest.
"There you go, baby," he murmurs, his fingers dancing across the skin of your thighs. "Just like that, make yourself feel good."
His words send a shiver down your spine, and you pick up the pace a bit, every roll of your hips dragging your clit back and forth over the head of his dick. Your breathing grows heavier, your movements more desperate as you grow closer to your peak. Leaning forward slightly, you plant your hands on his chest. The change in angle and the better balance allow you to move your hips a bit more purposefully, and you couldn't stop the moan that tumbled from your lips at the increased pleasure.
It wasn't quite enough, though, your orgasm dangling just out of reach no matter how hard you worked towards it. "Sugu," you whine, looking at him with tears in your eyes. "Please, need your help… can't do it by myself."
"Awe, angel," he coos, a faint condescending lilt to his voice. "Need me to do the work for you, huh? Can't even make yourself cum?" His voice is unfairly even, and if it wasn't for the brown of his eyes being almost completely eclipsed by his pupils and his cock twitching and leaking beneath you, you'd think he was completely unaffected by the situation.
You whimpered at his teasing, shaking your head. "No, need your help," you repeated. "Please, Sugu, don't tease."
Always a sucker for your pleading, he relents, his hands shifting from your thighs to your hips. Suguru's grip is steady, but not bruising, and when he takes over the effort of moving your hips, you easily let him. The pace he sets is perfect, pulling you down a bit harder when your clit rubs over the head of his cock.
In what feels like seconds, you're moaning louder and panting harder, barely finding your voice long enough to stammer out a warning. "F-fuck, 'm gonna—"
"Yeah, shit, angel, go ahead, it's okay." It's clear to you he's nearing his own peak by how much his usual composure is slipping, and knowing that you're the reason he's so worked up is enough to tip you over the edge.
Your orgasm rips through you, your body trembling as electric pleasure zips through your body, your mouth open in a silent scream. Beneath you, Suguru swears under his breath, continuing to rock your hips as he bucks up against you a few times. When you feel him fall apart, you gasp, another, weaker moan escaping you as your clit grows even more slippery with his cum.
Finally, you let your arms collapse, dropping your weight down onto his chest, no thoughts currently spared for the stickiness between your bodies. His hands release your hips as you fall against him, and he is quick to wrap his arms around you, holding you close and stroking lightly along your spine.
"How you feelin'?" he asks eventually, lips brushing the top of your head as he speaks. His fingers thread through your hair, and he gently massages your scalp as he waits for your response.
A soft hum slips from you in response, and you shift to get a bit more comfortable on his chest. "Really good," you mumble, smiling where your lips are pressed to his chest.
You feel his smile rather than see it. "Good. That's all I want when we're together."
His words make your face burn, and you nuzzle a bit further into his skin in response. "Love you, Sugu."
"I love you too, angel. You ready to let me clean you up?"
"No," you whine, voice muffled as you snuggle closer to him. "Don't wanna move yet."
A small huff of laughter hits your scalp, and he holds you a bit tighter. "Alright, alright. Just a few minutes, though, then we need a bath."
"Mkay." You press a soft kiss to his chest, then melt further into him, his warmth a pleasant comfort against your skin as he indulges your desire to lay in bed just a little bit longer.
well. this is not something i expected to be posting - let alone writing - anytime soon, considering everything else i have going on, but @zekeyeagervevo planted this worm in my brain and this was the result that exploded out of me. hopefully some of you guys enjoy lol
read on ao3 | wc: 1.8k | cw: jinshi x f!oc, non-canon setting, fertility goddess oc, kidnapping, jinshi is offered as a sacrifice, first meetings
Jinshi didn't think he'd ever been this terrified in his entire life. One moment he was enjoying the peace of his family's gardens, then next he was being jumped by two men he'd never seen before. They shoved a bag over his head, bound his wrists, and dragged him away before he could even call for help.
Everything that happened after was a blur, unfamiliar voices surrounding him, talking in hushed words about taking him to the local shrine and sacrificing him to their fertility goddess to appease her. He could feel his heartbeat everywhere, panic surging in his chest so strongly he thought he might be sick. For the first time since he'd been snatched from his home, Jinshi fought, pulling at the restraints on his wrists with all his might, thrashing his body around and struggling to get away from his captors.
"Let me go!" he shouted, kicking out blindly when he felt someone grab his shoulder to keep him from running away. "I've never done anything to you, What good will any of this do you?"
"Our goddess is angry!" someone shouted back, shoving him from behind. "Your family must be the cause of her anger, because we certainly haven't done anything against her. We have to appease her somehow, and what better way than to sacrifice the heir to the Lord who angered her?"
"This isn't my fault!" Jinshi insisted, though his blood had run cold at their words. "I haven't done anything, sacrificing me won't help you! Let me go!!"
His struggling only stopped when someone punched him in the chest, all the air forcibly pushed from his lungs quickly rendering him immobile. "You've done more to upset her than any of the rest of us have," a voice spat at him. "Now move, we're almost there."
Though he wanted to fight, continue to argue, Jinshi did as he was told, still catching his breath. He had no idea how many people were with him, but he knew he'd never be able to take all of them on with his hands bound. So he cooperated, walking blindly wherever his captors led him.
Before long, they stopped, and the bag was removed from his head. He winced at the harsh light that suddenly hit him, but once he was no longer blinded, he realized they were standing in front of a shrine. It looked a bit out of place in the landscape, clean and polished and shining in the sun, its paint standing out from brown and green of the surrounding landscape.
"Do not disrespect her," one of the men – clearly a farmer – warned, and Jinshi turned to look at him. "Just because she's going to kill you anyways doesn't mean you can treat her poorly. She deserves your respect and all of our worship."
All he managed was a nod before he was pushed forward once again, the whole group walking into the shrine in complete silence.
"Goddess," one of the farmers called out, voice far gentler and more reverent than it had been when it was directed at his kidnapping victim. "We've brought you an offering. Will you tell us if it's to your liking?" The group of men went silent again afterwards, looking around the shrine almost nervously, though whether their nerves were about being left without an answer or something else was unclear.
Jinshi had never been in the presence of a deity before, so he wasn't sure what to expect; given that he was being presented as a sacrifice, he could only assume this would be a deeply unpleasant experience.
What he definitely hadn't expected was the sudden warmth and scent of peach blossoms that filled the shrine, and the way that the farmers surrounding him instantly dropped to their knees. He looked around, searching for something to indicate the arrival of the goddess he was being sacrificed to, but there was nothing. After a moment, Jinshi realized he could see a soft breeze moving around the shrine, wind chimes and paper prayers fluttering softly in its wake. Though his heart was in his throat, he tracked the movement closely; clearly the goddess was here, but she was choosing not to reveal herself. When the breeze reached him, he startled, caught off guard by the way it brushed his hair from his eyes, as gentle and solid as a hand.
"Your sacrifice is accepted. Leave us."
The voice resonated through the whole shrine, but it was soft, the murmur of wind over rice fields. Wordlessly, the farmers left the temple, their eyes locked on the ground and hats pulled low as they hurried away.
Despite the shuffling around him, Jinshi's gaze never left the spot in front of him, where the breeze that had moved his hair seemed to linger. Once the sound of retreating footsteps completely disappeared, the air shimmered, a human form appeared before him.
She was shorter than he'd expected for a goddess, her body softer, but that did nothing to diminish the gravity of her presence. Her hair tumbled past her shoulders in gentle waves, brown like the rich soil the farmers depended on for their crops, and her eyes glittered like sunrise on the river. The way she stared at him, unblinking and analytical, was unsettling, but Jinshi did his best not to squirm.
"You've never worked in the fields," she said; it was a statement, not a question, but he felt compelled to answer anyways.
"I have not."
"You've never even been to a farm, have you?"
A sudden wave of shame washed over him. "No," he confirmed, face burning. "I haven't."
The only response he received with a hum. She circled him slowly, wordlessly, and he felt her gaze on the back of his neck. He dared not move as she looked him over, though every instinct screamed at him to bolt.
She stopped in front of him again a moment later, her head tilted slightly as she looked up at him. "What is your name?"
"…Huh?"
"Your name," she repeated. "I need to know what to call you."
Why would she need to know my name if she's just going to kill me? he thought, hesitating for a beat as he debated whether he should lie.
"Don't lie to me," the goddess said, a knowing smile tugging the corner of her lips. "I'll know if you're lying. You humans are awful at disguising it."
He dropped his gaze, embarrassed that he had underestimated her, even if it was only for a moment. "Jinshi," he said quietly. "They call me Jinshi."
"Is that what I should call you?" The teasing list to her voice was almost unnerving, though it was outweighed by how soft her tone was.
"You can call me whatever you'd like, Your Holiness."
The goddess laughed suddenly at that, bright and tinkling like the glass wind chimes around the shrine. "Your Holiness," she laughed – giggled, really – and grinned up at him. "That's certainly a new one."
A cold panic rushed down his spine. "I– wh… what do people usually call you?"
"'Goddess', mostly," she said. "Though I do enjoy the few of the farmers' daughters who call me 'Your Loveliness', if I'm being honest." She took a step closer to him then, closer than any woman besides his mother had ever stood. "But you, Jinshi, can call me Dai Lu. Or at least I hope you will one day."
The goddess dropped her gaze to the bindings on his wrists, and with a wave of her hand, the fibers disintegrated, leaving behind nothing more than the red marks from his struggles to escape them when he was being dragged to the shrine.
A moment later, her words finally clicked with him. "Someday…?" Jinshi asked, confused, rubbing lightly at the skin of his wrists. "You told the farmers you accepted their sacrifice, so I thought—" His jaw snapped shut when she looked up at him again, worried that if he argued or pushed for an answer things would not go well for him.
"I heard the way you begged them to let you live," she replied. "I've never heard anyone beg like that. You don't want to die, but you don't seem eager to return home."
Jinshi turned his head away sharply, swallowing thickly at her words. She was absolutely right, and he hated himself for it; he didn't want to die, but he had no desire to return to his life as the heir to an estate, every facet of his life laid out before he was even born. Even this tiny taste of freedom had made him realize how suffocated he felt with his family, though he wished he'd gained this freedom without being kidnapped and offered as a sacrifice to a fertility goddess.
"Jinshi."
Her voice was gentle, familiar in a way it shouldn't have been, and he couldn't resist the desire to look at her. When he met her gaze, her expression had softened, and it made his heart skip a beat.
"I'm not going to kill you."
"You're not?"
The goddess smiled, shaking her head. "No," she assured him, "I'm not."
His knees went weak, and he barely managed to keep from collapsing. "Thank you," he breathed, nearly dizzy with relief.
"You're welcome," the goddess said. "But, Jinshi, there are other ways to be a sacrifice." There was no malice in her words, but they struck him deeply anyways.
Without giving himself the opportunity to overthink it, Jinshi sank to his knees before her; he had to look up at her from this new angle, but something about it felt right. "Whatever you want, I'll do," he said. "Anything at all."
"Anything?" the goddess asked, her smile sharpening the faintest bit.
"Anything," he confirmed. "It's the least I could do in return for sparing my life."
She reached out, brushing his bangs from his eyes just as she had before she manifested in front of him. "Would you give up your life?" she asked, "Would you stay here with me, cater to all my whims?"
"I would," he agreed, almost desperately; he was essentially exchanging one gilded cage for another, but at least here he would never have to worry about being targeted for his status or position in his family.
Her gaze sharpened to something akin to hunger. "Would you be my pet, Jinshi, my lifelong companion?"
"I would." He leaned into her faint touch, looking up at her through his lashes. "I meant it when I said anything, Your Loveliness."
Something Jinshi couldn't quite name flashed in his goddess's eyes, and she tipped his chin up with two of her fingers. "Well then, Jinshi," she mused, "I suppose I'll keep you. Welcome to your new home."
more demon slayer fics? from tumblr user forest-hashira? mindblowing, i know. all jokes aside, i really do miss writing for demon slayer characters! the inspiration just doesn't hit for them as often as it does with jjk characters. this time, though, the serpent & love hashiras are back in the spotlight! hope you guys enjoy this fluffy second entry for my "love in the air" omegaverse event 💜
event masterlist | read on ao3 | wc: 836 | cw: gender neutral reader, established relationship, polyamory, omegaverse (beta!iggy, omega!mitsuri, beta!reader), nesting, mostly just a soft reprieve from being demon slayers
You were looking forward to seeing your partners again. The mission you’d been sent on had gone well, but you’d gotten diverted twice on your journey back to headquarters, delaying you by several days. It was your job – what you’d trained for for years before participating in final selection, and you’d spent the intervening years honing your skills – and you were more than willing to do your duty, slaying demons and saving civilians, but sometimes you wished you could just put it all on pause and spend more time at home with the people you loved, without having to worry about protecting someone else’s loved ones.
When you finally reached demon slayer headquarters, you practically sprinted to the love hashira’s estate; you’d sent your crow ahead with a letter informing your pink haired partner that you were finally returning home, and she’d sent one back letting you know that she and Obanai were waiting for you at her estate; knowing that both of your lovers were already together and awaiting your arrival gave you a final burst of energy, helping you to rush to join them.
Rather ungracefully, you threw open the door to Mitsuri’s estate. You fumbled through taking off your shoes and dropping your weapon unceremoniously to the floor, before hurrying further into the house, barely remembering to close the door again behind yourself.
The sound of Mitsuri calling your name had your heart fluttering, and you couldn’t help but answer immediately.
“I’m home, ichigo!” you called out, using the nickname you knew she loved, inspired both by her hair and the sweet strawberry scent leading you back towards her bedroom; even with your dulled beta senses, her scent was detectable, and for that you would always be thankful.
“Come join us!” she enthused, “And hurry, we’ve missed you!”
You picked up your pace a bit, closing the distance to the bedroom in just a few short moments, and you felt your heart melt at the sight that greeted you. In the center of the room lay Mitsuri’s futon, nest fully built up and perfectly arranged, and at the center of the nest, Mitsuri and Obanai were curled up together – Mitsuri on her back, Obanai with his head on her shoulder and his arm around her waist. In the safety and privacy of the love hashira’s home, the serpent hashira had opted to remove the bandages he wore around his mouth, though the lower half of his face was still mostly hidden, with the way he’d tucked himself into your omega lover.
“My love!” Mitsuri called as you entered the room, a chirp curling around the edges of the pet name; the sound was nearly as sweet as he scent, and you had the fleeting urge to nibble on her dimpled cheek the tiniest bit. “You’re finally back!”
“You’re still too far away, though,” Obanai drawled, affection tinting his usually uninterested tone. “Come lay with us.”
“Gladly,” you agreed, smiling as you crossed the room, lowering yourself into the nest with ease. A sigh of relief escaped you as you settled down into the soft pillows and plush blankets. You took a moment to steal a quick kiss from each of your lovers before fully settling down, mirroring your fellow beta’s position and resting your head on Mitsuri’s shoulder and draping an arm over her waist.
“It feels so nice to be back,” you murmured. “I’ve missed this a lot…”
“Just the nest?” Obanai teased.
“Mmm, no, not just the nest,” you replied. “All of it. It’s not the same when we’re not all together like this.”
It was impossible to miss the way his face flushed red at your affectionate words, and you smiled, shifting your hand a bit until you could brush your fingers lightly across the arm he had resting over the omega’s waist. Though your intention hadn’t been to fluster him, you weren’t all that surprised that that was the outcome; he could still be a bit skittish about openly speaking his feelings, and often got overwhelmed when on the receiving end of such attention.
Beneath your cheek, you felt Mitsuri begin to purr before you heard the sound, soft and cheerful, and she nuzzled into your hair for a moment before speaking.
“You’re right,” she sighed quietly. “It’s not the same. But I have you both with me now, and I don’t plan to waste a single second I have with you thinking about the times we’re apart. You shouldn’t either.”
“Yes ma’am,” you chuckled, though it quickly turned into a yawn; you were still quite drained from so many missions back to back, and you were eager to catch up on your rest, curled up in your favorite place with your favorite people.
“Sleep,” you heard Obanai murmur, his hand lightly brushing your hair from your eyes. “We’ll be here when you wake up.”
All you could manage was a soft hum in response, your eyelids already fluttering closed as you melted into the embrace of your lovers.
