oh, fuck no. you do not want to get me started about satoru walking in on you and suguru making out. nuh uh.
. . ugh, fiiiine. since i have taken a liking to you, i shall indulge you. just a little bit though, so don’t get too ahead of yourself, now.
right, where was i? satoru’s an overgrown magnet when it comes to affection, alright. suuure, he’ll let you two have some ‘space’, as you call it, but otherwise— he’s living inside both of your skins. quite literally, because suguru had to smack the top of his head once because this man had rubbed his shoulder raw from his obnoxious nuzzling.
i mean, can you really blame him, though? he’s got two living gods on the go. and he’d had plenty of practice with his pillow way before, so why not just kiss the shit out of each other the moment your eyes meet?
suguru and you understood the assignment pretty well, alright. excelled at it, even.
(you just omitted the variable named satoru.)
because he’s gasping out the mightiest gasp that’s ever gasped. might have summoned a hurricane or two with that fatal air current break, too. and the lights. shit, the lights— you let out a small gasp when they go off, and suguru lets out an exasperated sigh which is drowned out by satoru’s scandalized breaths.
“t—. . treachery!” he bellows, pointing a mortified finger at you two whilst the chinese takeout bags slide down the wall with a sorrowful grace of their own. “what the fuck are you guys doing, huh?”
(a pause.)
“imagine being blind with six eyes,” you mutter, and suguru huffs out a laugh— kissing the corner of your mouth. you’re certain that he did it on purpose, because the yet another gasp satoru heaves out is enough to give rise to atlantis.
“you— how dare you— and without me? i go to bring dinner for all of us because of your sleeping asses, and then i come back home to find you two— you two—”
suguru blinks with the innocence of a newborn fawn. “we two what, satoru?”
“you. . you— you two!—” but satoru looks simply divine right now. the flush at the back of his neck blossoms on his cheeks as well, little strawberry jitters being painted oh so prettily on his unblemished skin— you’ve never seen something so tragically beautiful. he falters the slightest bit, trying (and failing) to swallow the lump in his throat.
“go on,” you hum, doing a show by shimmying your warm weight atop suguru’s— and he all but breaks.
“you two did the do!” he bursts out, and theeere’s the pout which fills suguru and you with inevitable glee— “with— without me! and i haven’t any of my morning kiss. or afternoon kiss. or brunch kiss. or— you guys are plotting something, i know you it, you’re—”
but as quick satoru was to ramble his brains out, he’s just as quick to shut up, too— or that might just be because of your lips against his cheek, and suguru’s on the other.
oh, he thinks, i’m dying.
and he’s aaaall but putty in your hands— all blissed out smiles and blank minds, even whilst suguru and you huff out breathy little laughs which fill up the short circuits throughout tokyo and satoru’s kithacked brain.
Could you do a maki/toge/yuta/reader poly smau? (If you want direction to go in: reader was texting and then suddenly disappeared mid conversation, resulting in the others freaking out (that’s just an idea though, if you have a different direction you want to take it in that’s fine 🤭) )
going, going, gone
via this request
containing: maki zen’in, inumaki toge, yuta okkutsu
a.n: guys i painted my toes red…if anyone even cares
nanami x higuruma x reader — bar intimacy
characters: nanami & higuruma
tags: fancy bar | slow burn | dangerous charm | shared attention | quiet dominance | power dynamics | suggestive content fem!reader
the bar is elegant at first glance. low amber lighting reflecting off polished marble counters, crystal glasses lined neatly behind the bartender, quiet jazz threading through the room. everyone here is dressed well. tailored suits, sleek dresses, expensive perfume drifting through the air.
you fit the room perfectly tonight.
your dress is just as polished as the place itself, the kind that belongs somewhere with dim lighting and expensive drinks.
but as the hour grows later, the atmosphere shifts. the music grows heavier, bass slipping into the speakers as more people crowd the floor. what started as a refined bar slowly turns into something closer to a nightclub.
that’s when you notice them.
two men at the end of the bar, still dressed like they came straight from a meeting. dark tailored suits, loosened ties, untouched composure even as the room grows louder around them.
the blond one adjusts the knot of his tie calmly.
the other leans back slightly on his stool, sleeves rolled just enough, watching the room with thoughtful eyes.
then both of them look at you. at the same time.
nanami notices you staring first, though his expression barely changes. he sets his glass down carefully and gestures toward the empty seat between them, the invitation subtle but unmistakable.
“someone has been watching us,” he says evenly. “was i that obvious?” you murmur, a small smile tugging at your lips. higuruma turns his head then, his dark gaze drifting over your face with quiet curiosity. there is something analytical about the way he studies you, like he is gathering evidence.
then the corner of his mouth lifts slightly. “or perhaps,” he murmurs, voice low enough that you have to lean closer to hear over the growing music, “we were watching her first.”
“both of you?” you ask softly. neither of them looks away.
you sit between them before you fully realize you have decided to.
the seat feels like it was meant for you.
the bartender places a drink in front of you without question, and conversation flows easier than it should. the music grows louder as the night deepens, bass humming through the polished floors as more people fill the space.
at some point nanami’s arm settles along the back of your chair. broad and steady, close enough that you can feel the warmth of him without quite touching.
at some point higuruma leans in closer so you can hear him over the music, his voice low near your ear while the scent of whiskey and cologne lingers between you.
“so,” higuruma says eventually, slowly swirling the melting ice in his glass. his eyes flick toward you again, thoughtful.
“which one of us caught your attention first?”
nanami exhales softly beside you, something faintly amused in the sound. he adjusts his cuff with practiced precision before glancing toward his friend.
“that’s an unfair question,” he replies calmly. “she has not decided yet.” you glance between them, heat creeping up your neck. “maybe i’m still deciding,” you admit.
the look they exchange feels practiced. familiar. something quiet passes between them without needing words. higuruma tilts his head slightly as his gaze returns to you. “have you?”
the interruption comes when someone bumps the counter, jostling your drink hard enough that it spills across the polished bar and onto your dress.
nanami’s hand catches the glass instantly, steady and controlled before it can tip completely. higuruma reaches for a napkin at the same moment, sliding it toward you.
“you should clean that sweetheart,” nanami says calmly. “great,” you mutter softly, glancing down at the stain. “perfect timing.“
his hand lingers near yours just a moment longer than necessary. “the bathrooms are quieter,” he suggests. you hesitate for only a second before nodding. “lead the way.” you don’t even notice how naturally they position themselves around you until you’re already walking through the crowd together.
he hallway is dim compared to the glowing bar, shadows playing over the walls like a secret invitation. the bathroom door closes behind you and the music becomes distant. the sudden quiet makes the space feel smaller, more intimate.
nanami loosens his tie another inch, the motion drawing your eyes to the exposed skin at his throat. higuruma leans back lightly against the door, arms loosely crossed as his gaze moves between the two of you. “you never answered the question, love,” higuruma says after a moment, his voice low and teasing, roughened by desire.
nanami steps closer at the same time, his presence warm and commanding, the scent of his cologne wrapping around you.
“she doesn’t want to choose,” he says calmly, his eyes darkening as they trace your lips, then lower, to the curve of your neck. “maybe i don’t,” you whisper, breath a little uneven.
nanami’s hand settles at your waist before you fully register how close he is now. higuruma reaches out next, fingers brushing beneath your chin as he tilts your face slightly toward him, thumb grazing the edge of your jaw.
nanami leans in first. the kiss is slow and controlled, his hand tightening slightly at your waist as he draws your body flush against his, lips parting yours with deliberate pressure, tongue sliding in to taste you deeply. when he pulls back, his breath hot against your mouth, higuruma is already there.
you let out a soft breath against his lips, “so this is how tonight is going?” his mouth replacing nanami’s with an easy confidence that feels less like competition and more like continuation, his tongue teasing the seam of your lips before delving in, sucking gently on your lower lip.
he second kiss lingers longer, deeper, hungrier. higuruma’s hand slides from your chin to rest lightly at the side of your neck, his thumb brushing against your pulse point as it quickens under his touch.
when you pull back for air, nanami’s thumb traces a slow circle at your hip. “you two planned this,” you murmur faintly, breath still uneven. higuruma exhales quietly, his free hand settling on your lower back to pull you closer, grinding his hips subtly against yours.
“well,” he murmurs, glancing toward nanami with a shared look of understanding, heat in his eyes.
nanami’s arm slips easily around higuruma’s shoulders, their closeness effortless in a way that suggests this is not unfamiliar territory. “you were right,” nanami says calmly, his lips brushing your ear as he speaks, voice a low rumble that vibrates through you.
higuruma’s fingers rest lightly beneath your jaw, tilting your head to expose your neck as his lips descend, teeth grazing the sensitive skin before sucking hard enough to leave a blooming mark, a hickey that pulses with heat.
their eyes meet over your shoulder, a silent agreement passing between them. then nanami speaks first, voice low and certain, his free hand joining higuruma’s at your neck, thumb pressing into the fresh mark.
higuruma’s mouth curves slightly as his gaze drops back to you, his body pressing forward to grind against your thigh, the friction sending sparks through you.
“fortunately,” he says quietly, breath hot against your skin, “we have never been very good at making people choose.” and suddenly it makes perfect sense why they approached you together, their shared touches igniting something wild and unrestrained.
nanami’s mouth finds the other side of your neck now, lips parting to suck a matching hickey into your skin, his teeth nipping sharply before soothing with his tongue, hand resting at your hip.
you gasp into the space between them, fingers clutching at nanami’s shirt while higuruma’s free hand slips to nanami’s hair, tugging softly, earning a groan.
“you two are dangerous,” you breathe. nanami tugs on higuruma’s tie, bringing their lips together, the kiss is messy and full of want. you stare at the intensity, letting out a soft groan as nanami’s hand tightens around your hip.
“that’s it,” nanami murmurs against higuruma’s lips, his own hips bucking forward, the heat of him unmistakable. they move in sync, bodies surrounding you, their touches overlapping in a haze of possession and pleasure.
the bathroom’s quiet wraps around you like a cocoon, the distant thrum of the nightclub fading further. nanami straightens your dress strap with a gentle touch, his gaze warm and intent as it meets higuruma's over your head, a nod passing between them like an old agreement renewed.
"let's get out of here," nanami says softly, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through your skin, fingers intertwining with yours in a firm, possessive hold. you glance between them once more before smiling faintly. “i was hoping you’d say that.”
higuruma nods, his hand settling at the small of your back, guiding you forward with easy confidence, the three of you moving as one toward the exit, bodies brushing in promise of what's to come, the night stretching open before you.
It started with friendship — late nights of laughter, teasing, shared snacks, quiet comfort, and unspoken feelings. The bond between the three of you felt so natural, it took a while to realize it was already love.
Suguru was the first to bring it up seriously — tentatively, one night when you were cuddling after watching movies together. He didn’t say the word “polyamory,” but he said, “I think I’m in love with both of you,” and it made something click.
Satoru initially brushed it off with jokes, but only because the idea scared him in a way nothing else did. The next day, he sent a dozen texts to both of you — some silly, some heartfelt, all saying: I don’t want to lose this. I want this.
You all talked about it — awkward, fumbling conversations where words like “jealousy” and “trust”, and “boundaries” came up. Suguru downloaded three e-books about polyamory. Satoru made fun of him... and then read them too.
The relationship wasn’t about splitting time or competing for attention. It was about a triangle, not a line — a whole unit of three hearts beating in sync. You shared space, meals, beds, playlists, and long silences.
When people ask, “So who’s dating who?” Satoru would say, “Yes,” and smile like a little shit. Suguru would gently add, “All of us. Together.” You just nod and grin with pride and satisfaction.
There were rough spots — moments when someone felt left out or insecure. But instead of letting it fester, you made a habit of honest check-ins: “How are you feeling?”, “Do you need anything more from us?”
Satoru is the one who demands cuddles, often loudly and dramatically. He flops on top of both of you with no shame. Suguru pretends to be annoyed, but always wraps an arm around your waist or plays with your hair, showering you both with soft kisses.
Suguru is the most emotionally perceptive — he notices tension before anyone else does and knows how to gently nudge it into the open. He also kisses both of you like he’s memorizing your existence.
You’re the glue in some ways — the soft voice in the storm, the warmth that draws both of them close when they get too tangled in the world’s noise. You remind them to eat, sleep, and rest, to be present when things get tough.
Sex is passionate and playful — a dance of laughter, whispered confessions, intense eye contact, and touches that know exactly how to bring pleasure. No one’s left behind. Everything is about shared connection.
You have inside jokes that make no sense to anyone else. You and Satoru often goof off when you're sitting in a cafe somewhere, laughing out loud at absurd jokes, and even though Suguru sighs tiredly, he can't help but smile too. And sometimes he makes very strange jokes himself, in such a serious tone that you both can't calm down for a while.
On slow weekends, you all cook together. Satoru burns the simplest toast. Suguru makes something complicated and perfect. You try a new recipe from social media. In the end, it’s a chaotic but delicious mess that you eat curled up together.
Sometimes, the three of you dance in the living room with the lights dim and the music low. Satoru spins you, then Suguru, then pulls you both close. Those moments feel sacred like nothing bad could ever touch you.
You don’t all say “I love you” at the same time — but it happens constantly. Suguru whispers it when you're falling asleep. Satoru says it while handing you your coffee in the morning. You say it when they least expect it, and every time, they melt.
Thank you for the cute idea; however, you didn't specify anything, so I ran with it. You sent this ask to me on 31st Dec 2025, and I'm more than fashionably late atp, so apologies for the delay. The plot I originally had in mind was too… angsty and frankly boring, so instead I wrote this for you. Hope you enjoy it.
Flufftober week 3- Satoru Gojo x Reader x Suguru Geto
summary:Candy, cuddles & Halloween classics with her loving boyfriends. What more can a girl ask for on Halloween? WC1.7k
an: poly with satoru and suguru will do it for me every time. My babies. I want to protect them from pain🥹
flufftober masterlist
It's Halloween night, and after a pretty exciting party, you're ready to relax with your boyfriends. You've all changed into comfortable matching Halloween pajamas, which didn't even take much convincing. It smells like the fall wax melt you'd all chosen together. Wax melts, instead of candles, because Satoru had a habit of leaving the candle lit, which stressed Suguru to no end. The wax melts chosen had taken an hour of each of you smelling them, and bickering, until you finally found a common ground, but that's just how you are. You bicker, but it all comes from love.
There's a big bowl of candy on your lap. Suguru is grabbing the remote and putting on a movie, and Satoru is turning off the lights. Satoru tosses a comfy Halloween blanket at you, smiling playfully. You catch it, lifting your bowl of candy to smooth it over your lap.
“You ready, baby? Bet you're gonna cry.” Satoru teases. “This one's supposed to be really scary!” He quips, bucket of caramel corn in one hand, flicking the light switch with the other.
“Don’t be mean, Satoru! I will not!” You chide, throwing a pillow at him. It doesn't hit him, of course, and he throws it back on the bed with a laugh.
“Satoru, be nice to our girl.” Suguru purrs. “It's not her fault if she gets scared. And she's allowed to turn it off at any time.” His long, inky locks are tied up into a half bun, and the loose pieces are falling delicately. He's a pretty man, truly, and he knows it.
You smile, sticking your tongue out at Satoru- your facial expression screaming ‘I WIN!’
He just rolls his eyes and jumps, flopping onto the bed next to you and spilling some of the candy, but somehow still managing to spill none of his popcorn. Bastard.
“Hey! Watch my candy!” You scold, and he side-eyes you, before reaching into the bowl and taking a piece.
“It's our candy, Princess.” He comments, tossing the piece into his mouth. He throws a piece of caramel corn in after. “Whoa, chocolate and caramel corn? I'm so stupid, I've been missing out.”
“It's a miracle you don't get tired of sweets,” Suguru says, walking back to the bed.
He settles in on the other side of you, pulling the blankets up. He hits play on the movie, and it begins.
“He'll never get tired of them, he's like a garbage disposal for sweets.” You add.
“My snacking habits are not on trial here!” Satoru defends himself.
“Maybe they should be,” Suguru mutters. “But we'll talk about that later.” He adds as the title scene finishes rolling.
Even Satoru’s non-stop talking doesn't keep you from jumping at every little sound. It's a scarier movie than you expected, with some of the jump scares actually eliciting screams and your hands covering your eyes.
Suguru leans in to your ear when he notices you looking particularly scared. “Just say the word and we can turn on something a little less...jumpy” He reassures, hand coming to rest on your thigh.
Satoru's already had his long arm around you and his hand resting on Suguru for some time now. He has an adorable tendency to wrap around you both like a koala bear. Suguru gets irritated often by Satoru hanging all over him; he says he's like a drunk girl at a party sometimes. But if Satoru ever stopped, Suguru would be crushed.
You shake your head, determined to finish the movie. “No, it's Halloween, Sugu. I'm okay, really. It's just got so many jump-scares.”
“Scaredy-cat. Not gonna have nightmares, are ya?” Satoru pokes at you, smiling mischievously.
You shake your head, crinkling your nose at him.
“Satoru- shut up and watch the movie.” You say, firmly. Maybe too firm, because he actually listens, for a few minutes at least, which is unlike him.
You continue watching the movie, eating candy and popcorn, and enjoying each other's company. Suguru's hand is warm on your thigh, his body leaning close to you. Satoru is now lying with his head in your lap, after pushing the candy bowl to the side, and for a moment, he ignores the movie completely, blinking up at you with his oceanic eyes.
His voice is a whisper when he speaks.
“Are you mad at me?” He asks. You can hear Suguru scoff, and he playfully ruffles Satoru's hair. Of course, he's overthinking during the movie, just because he'd been shushed.
You shake your head, confused by the question and squeeze his cheeks for a minute, looking down at him. He's cute with his cheeks all smushed, and his white lashes blinking up at you. He really is beautiful. You're unsure how two men were created with such beauty, but they're yours, and that's all that matters.
“No, you big softie. Why?” You say, jumping a little bit as there's a scare on the TV, again.
“Because I won't stop annoying you.” He says, his voice a little muffled from his cheeks squished together. “And you told me to shut up.”
You just laugh, and Suguru laughs too. You release his cheeks and lean down to kiss his forehead.
“Satoru, we *love when you annoy us,” Suguru says, a hand coming to thread through Satoru's hair. He looks so soft in your lap.
“Yeah, my love. Even when you talk through the movie. We're not mad. I was just messing with you.” You reassure him, and he smiles. He turns his attention back to the movie, and to your surprise, the one who jumps at the next scare is Satoru.
You, of course, take the opportunity to make fun of him. Payback for his earlier teasing.
“Aww, who's the baby now? You want me to cover your eyes, Toru bear?” You tease. This time, Suguru scolds you. He's fair with his reprimanding, at least.
“Angel, if you're going to dish it back, I won't be so quick to defend you next time.”
You chuckle and pout a bit, but smile at Satoru after. “Okay, fine. Truce, Toru?”
He rolls his eyes but picks his head up to steal a kiss from you, before flopping back down.
“Truce.”
Suguru slips behind you, getting comfortable with you leaning back against his chest, and Satoru adjusts to make space for him. You're completely enveloped in their comfort. You pet Satoru’s hair as if he's a puppy in your lap, the man turning to putty in the hands of those he loves. For a man who's usually so strong, he allows himself to finally relax with you and Suguru, and Suguru can open his heart and be honest when he's struggling.
Moments like these ground you three, even while watching a horror movie that makes your heart race.
Suguru is holding you with his strong arms, planting kisses on your hair every so often. And, of course, twirling a little piece of Satoru’s hair around his finger every so often, wherever he can reach. The movie isn't so bad with them wrapped around you.
When the movie ends, you're looking for another one when Suguru speaks up.
“I just wanted to say thank you for spending today with me. You both help so much when I'm not feeling great.” He says, voice carrying the softest and most genuine tone you've ever heard.
“That's what we're here for, Sugu.” You reply, turning and reaching to kiss Suguru, landing on his bicep.
Satoru props himself up, looking directly at Suguru for a moment. “It would never be the same without you, Suguru.” He says, and the seriousness in his voice leaves no room for argument.
Suguru smiles, and his eyes are bright when he does. He's truly happy, you all are. Satoru meets your gaze next, gripping your chin gently. “And that goes for you, too.” He kisses your lips gently, a quick, innocent kiss, and you smile. There's nowhere you'd rather be than here, with your boyfriends, relishing in each other's company.
“I love you both. I don't know what I'd do without you.” You reply.
You choose a different movie, one that's less scary and more of a comfortable Halloween. Suguru leans back, closing his eyes slowly. He's usually pretty tired, especially after days like this when you'd all been out socializing and having fun. You all need rest. You and Satoru both clear the snacks off the bed before snuggling up to Suguru on each side of him.
Suguru chuckles at you both. It's adorable, really, the way you both curl up to him like two spoiled house cats. He didn't know how much soft dedication like this would warm his heart until you'd all gotten together. Now, he's addicted. He could have an arm around each of you for eternity. When life gets to be too much, you're both there, arms outstretched, ready to hold him.
“I love having each of you close to me like this,” Suguru says, voice quiet and sleepy. “And I love you.”
You and Satoru both reply with a sleepy 'I love you too’ and nuzzle in closer. It's perfect. The room is only illuminated by the TV playing, though it's quiet now. You can all hear each other's breaths and feel the rise and fall of each other's chests. As you fall asleep together, the same thing is ringing in all your minds: this is what home feels like.
ok but like here me out...dressing up megumi as a catboy maid while pegging him, and he’s sucking yuuji off, while yuuji chokes you 😳
this is literally one of my favorite asks ever. like ever. EVER. can y’all IMAGINE THIS SHIT???? fuck i am — 😃😃😃😃😃
this was so fucking long please im literally so sorry
the skirt of the dress is bunched up at his raised hips, his back arched into you and his cock bumping against the front of the dress with every one of your thrusts. his cock’s messily staining the inner seams with his precum, because god, he’s dripping for you. the silicone feels so good inside of him, stretching him out, pressing against his prostrate as it fits fully inside him. and the feel of you, of all of you, gripping at the dress tightly with one hand, a bruising grip on his hip with the other hand, fucking into him so hard he feels like he’ll split open.
but really, these aren’t the only reasons megumi’s so far gone. he feels so full, and that’s because he is, from both ends. with his ass in the air, his face is pressed, shoved, and kept down onto yuuji’s lap, his throat spasming and bobbing at the feel of the pink haired boys thick cock within it. he chokes and gags as yuuji fists at his hair, mostly controlling the pace at which megumi sucks him off, the headband and cat ears settled in megumi’s hair shifting with his unforgiving grip.
he’s not gonna last long, at all. fuck, who knew he loved being used like this? so vulnerable and completely void of any control whatsoever. at this point, he doubts he could cum if he simply wanted to, not unless you or yuuji deemed it alright for him to.
his painfully hard cock rubs against the harsh fabric of the maid dress, his hands uselessly flailing around as he tries to grab onto anything. he whines and wails and cries and sobs as you let go of the dress, grabbing his hips with both your hands and somehow fucking him even harder and rougher. he can feel the thick dildo in his stomach, fuck he can, he can, he actually can.
“what a good slut,” yuuji giggles. he plants his feet firmly onto the bed, roughly steadying megumi as he fucks up into the boy’s mouth and throat, thrusting mercilessly. “isn’t he?” he’s grinning at you as he asks this, but his mouth is quick to fall open, his head falling back.
his abs are spasming and tightening, and you can tell he’s close, especially with the way his chest heaves and his thrusts start to get sloppier. and sure enough, a minute later, his hips still, and he presses megumi down harshly as he spills into megumi’s warm mouth and inviting throat. in his hold, megumi thrashes and attempts to scream, his legs trembling as he struggles to breathe.
your grip tightens, and you dig your nails into his skin, thrusting slowly, yet so sharply, allowing him to feel as the dildo drags along his walls, as the tip bumps against his prostrate, and megumi’s eyes roll back. his hands find yuuji’s thighs and he paints crescents with his nails, forcing a hiss out of yuuji, whose cock is now softening, falling out of megumi’s mouth.
megumi’s voice is scratchy and broken as he whines and wails, “gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum—” and there’s cum and drool spilling from his mouth, falling from his wet, swollen lips as his eyes water. “please— please— please, fuck, harder—”
he’s effectively shut up when yuuji grabs his jaw, shoving his soft cock into his mouth. leave it up to yuuji to be completely unaffected by his own oversensitivity— or maybe he’s weirdly into it. megumi’s words become simple gargles as he’s pressed down again, gagged with yuuji’s cock, while yuuji reaches out for you with his free hand, quickly grabbing at your throat before you could react.
it elicits a gasp from you, one that dissolves into a moan as he presses with his fingers, squeezing at your throat.
“make him cum,” he says, and god, his voice sounds so deep, so sweet, you can’t help but shiver. “come on, good girl,” he encourages as your hips start moving again, fucking into megumi’s tight ass.
megumi’s choking and sobbing against yuuji’s lap, his nostrils flaring as he drags in sharp breath after the other, but even when yuuji’s grip on his hair falters and softens, megumi doesn’t lift up. whether he’s really obedient or simply loves the feel of a cock gagging him, you don’t know— but you can guess it’s the latter.
while your hips drag against his, your hand slithers down to his neglected cock, fisting at it with the same pace you’re thrusting into him. it forces a muffled scream from megumi, and allows a sinister grin to peak at yuuji’s lips. it’s an endless chant and mixture of good girl, fucking him so well and good little slut, gonna cum for us? as you bring megumi closer and closer to his orgasm, your hand squeezing at the tip of his cock, squelching loudly as you quickly and roughly stroke him.
megumi’s cries are growing louder and louder and louder, increasing in pitch as he gets closer and closer and closer—
till his body seizes up, and his hips roll back as he finally spills and spills and spills. cum paints your hand and his dark dress white as tears fall freely down his cheeks, his face flushed. at the sight of megumi cumming, yuuji releases your throat, allowing you to fall forward as you fuck megumi through his orgasm. it’s seemingly never ending as you slowly fist his cock, some lasy spurts oozing out weakly.
when you breathlessly pull out, and yuuji finally allows megumi off his cock (which is hardening by the second, but you can’t blame him, not when megumi looks as beautiful as he does cumming— or beautiful as he does doing anything, really), megumi’s shaky legs fall, and he lands heavy on the bed, his head lolling on yuuji’s thigh.
yuuji manages a small laugh, his fingers slowly combing through the boy’s hair as you undo the strap, tossing it aside.
“took it so well, didn’t you?” yuuji coos while megumi struggles to keep his eyes open. “oh— not yet, baby,” he tuts. “still got a girl to fuck, don’t we?”
you freeze by megumi’s side, carefully observing yuuji. all he does is wink.
yeah, nothing, just suguru waking up all of a sudden for the nth time this night.
he swears you two do it on purpose.
(which you do, no shit.)
oh, but you can act aaall innocent you want, but the tiny quirk of your lip is a little too dragged out to be just because of the sleep— and satoru’s disastrously mortifying snore isn’t doing much well, either.
“brats,” he mutters under his breath, sleep filled fingertips moving aside the absolute glaciers you two have for feet off his stomach.
“. . oh, suguru,” satoru mumbles sleepily, or tries to— it comes off more as a walmart version of ariana’s high note instead— but you’re careful enough to elbow him in the ribs to pass on the signal, “—fucking piece of— oh, i mean. su—. . suguruuu.”
“what,” suguru deadpans.
“why’d you slide them dawgs off your—”
“why’d you move our feet away?” you take charge immediately, making sure to put on a yawn— juuuust the right amount of sleepy bewilderedness laced around the edges of your voice, “you’re . . warm, ya know?”
(a pause.)
and satoru and you can only gaze in scandalized silence as suguru’s broad muscles streeeetch— for him to roll over onto his side, the back of his stupidly pretty head facing you two.
“. . hey,” satoru sits up, not a speck of sleep in his body whatsoever, “what’d you do that for, huh? you tryna start a fight, because i can—”
“c’moooon,” your hands trace an (you hope) exaggerated graceful line over his spine, watching with unbridled glee when his body does that shiver again, “we just wanna be warm with you.”
silence.
“. . .”
“. . . absolutely blasphemous, is he disowning us or wh—”
“c’mere, you two,” suguru grumbles, ignoring the obnoxious giggles you two let out when his warm hands guide your feet onto his stomach once again. “—and stop being such nuisances. goodness knows i can do with a quiet nap for once.”
satoru’s eyes once again flash with nothing but unfiltered malice, and you already know what's going to happen.
“and that, my fellow passengers, was just the trailer. now buckle up your seatbelts and sit back down, because our next destination is suguru’s giant ass—”
