Bunny Hybrid!Users birthday special
PAIRING: Suguru Geto x BunnyHybrid!Reader x Satoru Gojo (Non-Sorcerer au) Part 2
CONTENT: Suguru and Satoru treating their bunny on her birthday [tw: Hybrid reader, virginity loss (reader), p in v, threesome, eating pussy, rough manhandling, spanking, humiliation, polyamory/shared ownership setup]
A/n: TW NOT PROOFREAD AT ALL SO PLS BE PATIENT.
Part 2 of the fic that everyone was asking for except its a gift to myself for my birthday 🥳
For the past two weeks, the apartment had been unusually quiet. The heavy stack of textbooks on the dining table seemed to grow taller every day as university midterms loomed closer.
Suguru spent nearly every waking hour buried in his notes, his brow perpetually furrowed as he typed away on his laptop. He still gave you soft smiles when you walked by, but the deep, attentive doting you had grown used to was temporarily gone.
You understood he was busy, so you tried your best to be a good, obedient girl. You stayed out of his way, kept yourself quiet, and followed every house rule perfectly.
But your hybrid instincts were starting to push against your compliance. A strange, restless warmth was blooming deep in your stomach, making your ears twitch with an anxious need for touch.
Because Suguru was so distant, you found yourself eagerly counting down the minutes until Satoru came over. Even though Satoru usually loved to test your patience, his presence was a breath of fresh air in the suffocatingly quiet apartment.
Lately, though, Satoru barely stayed for more than twenty minutes at a time. He would drop off a stack of shared lecture notes for Suguru, complain about a professor, and immediately head back to his own place to cram for his own exams.
On Thursday afternoon, the front door finally clicked open, and Satoru strolled in. The moment you heard his heavy footsteps, your white rabbit ears shot straight up, a wave of genuine relief washing over you.
You didn't hesitate. You padded quickly across the living room and intercepted him right in the hallway, your small hands reaching out to quietly grab the edge of his heavy leather jacket.
Satoru paused, looking down at you through his dark sunglasses. A slow, surprised smile tugged at his lips as he noticed the unusually needy way you were clinging to his sleeve, your head tilting slightly toward his broad chest.
"Well, look at you," Satoru murmured, his voice softer than usual. "Missing me that much, princess? I usually have to chase you around the couch just to get a hello."
You flushed a soft pink, your tail giving a shy, involuntary twitch against your sweatpants. You didn't argue or snap back at him; you just held onto the leather a little tighter, silently begging for a bit of his attention.
"I just... I like when you're here," you whispered softly, looking up at him with wide, honest eyes.
Satoru’s smile softened further, and he reached up with a large hand, gently patting the space between your long ears. He really wanted to stay, but he could hear Suguru already calling out from the desk about a study guide.
"I can't stay long today, sweetheart," Satoru explained, his tone laced with genuine regret. "I have a massive study group session at my place in half an hour. I just came to drop these off."
A wave of disappointment hit you, making your ears droop forward in a sad, submissive line. You let go of his jacket, stepping back as Suguru walked over to take the notes from Satoru's hand.
As the two men began to briefly discuss their exam schedule, that restless, anxious itch under your skin flared up again. You felt so small and disconnected from your old life, sitting in an apartment filled only with their things.
You looked up at Suguru, your voice quiet but determined as you interrupted their conversation. "Suguru? Can someone please go to my old dorm room and get my stuff?"
Both men stopped talking instantly, turning their full attention down to you.
"My clothes, my blankets, my pillows," you explained, your fingers nervously bunching into the hem of your oversized hoodie. "I just... I want my own things here with me. Please?"
Satoru immediately pocketed his phone, a confident grin breaking across his face. "I can swing by your campus dorm right now since I am already heading out. Give me your passcode and I will load up my trunk with whatever you need."
You looked up at him with immense gratitude, your ears perking up slightly. You quickly recited the passcode to your old room, feeling a massive wave of relief that you were finally getting your comfort items.
"Thanks, Satoru," you murmured softly.
"Don't sweat it, princess," he chuckled, giving the tip of your left ear a quick, playful flick before turning on his heel and heading out the door.
Driving over to the university, Satoru realized a slight flaw in the plan when he pulled up outside the all-girls residential building. He smoothly strolled up to the front desk, sliding his sunglasses down his nose to flash the resident accountant a blinding, high-wattage smile.
With a few minutes of effortless charm and a bit of smooth talking about helping out a homesick student, he easily convinced the blushing woman to grant him access to the elevator.
When he unlocked your dorm room, the quiet emptiness of the space felt strange. He pulled a massive suitcase out from your closet and began aggressively packing away your folded sweaters, your favorite soft hoodies, and your plush blankets.
He was clearing out your desk drawers when he came across your personal purse. Being naturally curious, Satoru unzipped it to check for any valuables you might have left behind, dumping the contents onto the mattress.
Your university wallet slid out, popping open to reveal your student ID. Satoru picked it up, his blue eyes scanning the official print until his gaze locked entirely onto the birthdate at the bottom.
"Wait a second," Satoru muttered aloud, his brows furrowing. "Her birthday is this weekend. It's the exact day after our final exam."
He stared at the ID card for a long moment, a sudden realization washing over him. As he looked around the rest of the room, he noticed a row of framed photos lined up along your windowsill.
Satoru stepped closer, picking up one of the frames. It was a picture of you from last summer, laughing brightly on a crowded beach, surrounded by a tight-knit group of your university friends, both guys and girls.
You looked so happy in the photo, so entirely full of life. Satoru looked at the dusty room, then thought about how quiet and obedient you had been lately, sitting silently on the apartment rug while he and Suguru studied.
A heavy, unfamiliar ache tightened in his chest. He realized just how incredibly lonely you must be, cut off from your old life and hidden away from the world just to stay safe.
He immediately pulled out his phone, dialing Suguru’s number.
"Hey, Suguru," Satoru said the second his best friend picked up, his tone surprisingly serious. "I'm at her dorm. Listen, I just looked at her ID. Her birthday is this Sunday, right after midterms end."
There was a brief pause on the line before Suguru’s voice came through, filled with immediate realization and a hint of guilt. "This Sunday? She hasn't said a single word about it."
"Yeah, because she's being a good little bunny and trying not to bother us," Satoru said, tossing your wallet into the suitcase. "But I'm looking at photos of her old friends here. Let's throw a real party and invite all of them. Guys, girls, the whole crew."
Suguru hesitated on the other end, his voice dropping. "Satoru, she's a fresh hybrid. If her friends see her like this, they're going to have a million questions. How do we even explain what happened to her?"
"We just tell them," Satoru said simply, shrug-shifting his phone to his other ear. "Hybrids are rare, but it's not like people don't know about them. We'll tell them she had a sudden turn and we're her official guardians now so she's registered and safe. If they're actually her friends, they won't care about the ears."
Suguru sighed, but there was a faint, warm chuckle behind it. "You're right. She deserves to see them. I'll dig through her university portal to find their group chats or emails, and you handle the venue. Let's rent a beach house right on the shore so she gets her beach day, too. It'll keep it completely private and safe for her."
"On it," Satoru grinned, feeling a lot better about the whole thing. "We'll pull off the exams, and then we give her the best birthday she's ever had. I'm grabbing the rest of her blankets and heading back."
The next morning, the apartment woke up early to a tense, hurried energy. It was the day of their final exam.
Before you even opened your eyes, you could hear the quiet murmur of Suguru and Satoru in the kitchen, double-checking their notes over coffee. Your ears twitched beneath the duvet, a heavy sadness settling over you because you knew exactly what day it was.
You slowly padded out of the bedroom, your long white ears drooping low in a sad, submissive line. Suguru was already by the front door, slipping on his shoes, but he stopped the moment he saw you.
His dark eyes softened instantly, and he stepped back inside, cupping your cheek with a warm, heavy palm. He leaned down and pressed a long, incredibly sweet kiss to your forehead, right between your ears.
"Good morning, my sweet girl," Suguru murmured, his voice thick with a gentle affection that made your chest ache. "I have breakfast already set up for you on the counter. Cover it up if you don't eat it right away."
He smoothed his thumb over your cheekbone, looking genuinely regretful. "We have to run, or we'll be late for the lecture hall. Be a good, obedient girl for me today, okay? Stay inside, and we will be back the second we finish."
You gave a small, quiet nod, leaning your cheek into his hand for just a second before he pulled away. Satoru gave you a quick, encouraging wink from the hallway, and then the front door click-locked shut, leaving the apartment entirely silent.
You walked over to the kitchen counter. Suguru had made a beautiful plate of fluffy pancakes, complete with fresh sliced strawberries and a small glass of apple juice.
You sat down on the barstool, staring at the food. The early, restless warmth of your hybrid symptoms made you feel entirely too fragile, and the absolute silence of the empty rooms began to press heavily against your shoulders.
A single tear slipped down your cheek, splashing onto the counter.
You buried your face in your hands, your shoulders shaking as you let out a small, pathetic whimper. For as long as you could remember, your birthday had been filled with noise, laughter, and your favorite people.
Now, you were hidden away in an apartment, completely alone on the rug, crying into your hands because you truly believed this was going to be the loneliest birthday of your life.
It felt like hours before the sound of the front door finally shattered the heavy silence. You quickly wiped at your wet cheeks, trying to hide your tears as Suguru and Satoru walked into the living room.
The moment Suguru saw your tear-stained face, his keys clattered onto the table. He was across the room in a second, dropping to his knees on the rug and pulling your shaking body directly into his chest.
"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" Suguru murmured, his voice laced with pure panic as he clicked your forehead and smoothed down your anxious ears. Satoru knelt right beside him, his large hands anchoring your waist as he pulled a blanket around your shoulders, his blue eyes soft and full of concern.
"I'm sorry," you whimpered, your fingers bunching into Suguru's shirt. "I'm just lonely. It's my birthday, and I miss everyone."
Satoru let out a soft, relieved chuckle, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your hot cheek. "We know, princess. Why do you think we ran all the way back here? Go put on that tiny bikini you brought from your dorm. We have a surprise for you."
You blinked through your tears, your ears perking up in confusion, but you obediently hurried to the bathroom to change. Within twenty minutes, you were bundled into the backseat of Satoru's car, wearing your swimsuit under an oversized hoodie, your heart racing with excitement as they drove toward the coast.
The excitement instantly turned into a wave of sharp anxiety as Satoru pulled the car up the driveway of the beach house. Through the tinted window, you could see a group of people waiting inside the glass-walled living room.
It was them. The tight-knit group from your university major. The people you had quietly distanced yourself from and cut contact with weeks before you even underwent your transformation and disappeared entirely.
"No," you breathed, completely freezing in the backseat. Your white rabbit ears pinned flat against your skull as a wave of intense guilt and shock locked your limbs in place. "No, I can't go in there. Not after how I left things."
Suguru turned around from the passenger seat, his dark eyes gentle as he reached back to steady your trembling hand. "They aren't angry, sweetheart. We talked to them. Just go see them."
Satoru opened the back door, giving you an encouraging nod. Breathing shakily, you finally stepped out of the car, letting your oversized hoodie drop down to your shoulders to reveal your bikini. Your long, snow-white ears twitched with a nervous, vulnerable energy as the boys guided you through the front doors.
The moment you stepped into the living room, you froze. You couldn't move, your heart hammering against your ribs as you braced yourself for their judgment.
Instead, the entire group erupted. There was no hesitation, no awkward silence, and no judgment. Your best friend let out a loud, emotional sob, sprinting across the polished floor, and before you could even blink, the entire group swarmed you.
They slammed into you in a massive, chaotic group hug, squeezing you so tightly that you could barely breathe. All of them were weeping openly, burying their faces against your shoulders and neck, their tears wetting your skin.
"You idiot," one of the girls cried, clutching your arm. "We were so terrified! We thought something horrible happened to you!"
A sob of pure joy and relief ripped from your own throat, the heavy wall of isolation you had built around yourself instantly shattering.
Your long ears flopped forward, trembling as you cried right along with them, letting yourself be held for the first time in months.
Once everyone finally wiped their faces, the group settled down on the large living room couches, a heavy weight lifting from the room.
"I'm so sorry," you whispered, looking down at your hands, your ears drooping with genuine remorse. "I'm sorry for being so distant before I left. I just... I felt so overwhelmed, and I didn't know how to talk to anyone."
"Hey, stop," one of the guys interrupted gently, shaking his head. "We’re the ones who should be apologizing. We should have paid more attention. We noticed you pulling away, but we just got so caught up in our own classes and schedules that we didn't stop to really ask why you were struggling. We're so sorry we weren't better friends."
The mutual air-clearing opened the floodgates, and soon, the room was filled with the familiar, comfortable noise of everyone catching up.
They asked about your ears with genuine, lighthearted curiosity, entirely unfazed by your new hybrid features, and filled you in on all the university drama you had missed.
But as the initial shock wore off, a few of your friends started casting subtle, wide-eyed glances toward the kitchen, where Satoru and Suguru were setting up drinks.
Your best friend leaned in close, lowering her voice to an aggressive, manic whisper while gesturing wildly with her eyebrows. "Okay, but can we talk about how you disappeared from campus and ended up being 'kept' by the two absolute finest men on the entire upper floor of the graduate building? Like, we were worried you were dead, and instead, you're living in a luxury apartment with them as your official guardians? It's literally insane. We're happy you're safe, but girl, the jealousy is real."
You bit your lip, blushing furiously as the other girls nodded in frantic agreement, completely bewildered by how casual you seemed about living under the roof of the campus's two most unattainable men...
As you were laughing over a story about a failed chemistry lab, one of your close friends leaned in with a mischievous, knowing grin.
"Oh, by the way," she giggled, nudging your shoulder. "You'll never guess who has been practically losing his mind asking about you. Nanami."
You blinked, a soft flush rising to your cheeks. Nanami was the guy from your lecture hall who had asked you out right before you completely fell off the grid.
"Seriously," another girl chimed in, laughing as you tried to hide behind your long ears. "The second you stopped showing up to class, he was cornering us every single day asking if we'd heard from you. He was so worried. He definitely still likes you."
The girls burst into a chorus of giggles, teasing you just like they used to in the dorms.
Over by the kitchen island, Satoru and Suguru both perked up instantly. Satoru’s eyes narrowed slightly behind his sunglasses, and Suguru’s hand paused for a fraction of a second as he poured drinks.
Neither of them said a word, and they didn't interfere, keeping their expressions completely casual as they turned back to what they were doing.
They would definitely be saving that piece of information for later.
You nervously laughed it off, your cheeks burning a bright crimson as you pulled one of your long, fluffy white ears over your face to hide your embarrassment. "No way," you mumbled shyly, your voice quiet. "That's definitely not true. Nanami was probably just being kind because I stopped showing up to lectures."
Your friends just laughed at your denial, nudging you playfully. "Nanami? Being just kind?" one of them teased. "The guy barely talks to anyone, but he looked ready to tear the campus apart looking for you!"
The sudden prickle of heat on the back of your neck made you look up, cutting your chuckle short.
Across the room, your eyes locked right onto Suguru and Satoru. Both men were watching you intently, and the moment they caught your gaze, they exchanged a dark, knowing look.
A pair of slow, identical smirks pulled at their lips. Completely silent, entirely condescending, and brimming with a dangerous amusement.
The fact that it was Nanami,someone they actually knew, clearly made the piece of information a lot more interesting to them. They didn't say a word, but the shared look made it perfectly clear they would be saving this for later.
For the rest of the day you did nothing but swim in the ocean and lay on the sand. By the time night came you were all circled around a bone fire, drinking and getting tipsy.
The drinking games by the bonfire left you incredibly tipsy, your head spinning in a pleasant, heavy fog as the alcohol thoroughly mixed with the exhausting excitement of the day.
By the time your friends finally started saying their goodbyes, you could barely stand straight, your long white ears drooping in a hazy, relaxed line.
Before you could even take a step toward the stairs, Satoru smoothly scooped you up into his arms, lifting your swimsuit-clad body effortlessly against his broad chest.
You let out a soft, giggly gasp, your hands automatically curling into his shoulders as Suguru followed closely behind, carrying the leftover supplies inside.
They brought you straight up to the master bathroom, where the air was already turning thick and warm as Suguru turned on the taps, filling the deep, oversized porcelain tub with steaming water and soothing bath oils.
Satoru sat you down gently on the marble countertop, but he didn't step away. Instead, he trapped you between his large hands, leaning in close with a lazy, amused grin. He reached up, his long fingers gently tugging on the sensitive tip of your left rabbit ear, making it twitch.
"So," Satoru murmured, his blue eyes gleaming with a dark, dangerous amusement behind his sunglasses. "Nanami, huh? The strict, straight-laced underclassman from the economics department?"
Your cheeks burned a fresh, drunken crimson, and you shyly tried to turn your face away, burying your nose into the collar of his shirt. "I told you... it's not true," you mumbled into the fabric, your voice thick and slurred from the alcohol. "He just... he helped me with notes. He's just serious."
Suguru let out a low, dark chuckle from beside the bathtub, testing the temperature of the water before standing up. He walked over to the counter, his large hands replacing Satoru's as he cupped your flushing face, forcing you to look up at him.
"Is that why he was looking for you so desperately, sweet girl?" Suguru asked softly, his thumb smoothing over your cheekbone with a possessive, heavy pressure. "He sounds exceptionally dedicated for someone who was just being kind."
"I don't know," you whimpered softly, your hybrid instincts flaring up from the intense, undivided attention of both men. The alcohol made you completely vulnerable, your tail twitching rapidly against the cold marble as you looked between them. "I didn't think about it. I only want to be here. With you guys."
Satoru’s smirk softened into something a bit more satisfied, his large hand sliding down to untie the strings of your bikini top. "Good answer, princess."
Together, they gently stripped you out of the damp swimwear, your sensitive, touch-starved skin prickling pleasantly in the warm air of the bathroom.
Satoru smoothly discarded his own clothes, his lean, muscular frame stepping into the deep water first. Suguru followed immediately after, his long dark hair falling loose around his shoulders as he stripped down and sank into the steaming tub.
Satoru reached up and lifted you off the counter, guiding your relaxed, floating body into the water. You let out a soft, blissful sigh as the heat hit your skin, instantly washing away the chill of the night air and the coarse sand from the beach.
Suguru pulled you back against his broad chest, settling you firmly onto his lap so your back was flushed against him. His strong arms wrapped securely around your waist, holding you steady in the deep water, while Satoru sat directly opposite you, his long legs bracketing yours.
Satoru grabbed a bottle of shampoo, pouring the sweet-scented liquid into his palms before burying his hands into your wet hair. He began to thoroughly, gently massage your scalp, his fingers working through the strands with an incredible, relaxing pressure that made your eyes flutter shut.
"Look at her," Satoru murmured, a soft chuckle in his chest as he rinsed the suds away, careful not to get any water in your long, drooping ears. "Completely out of it. Did you have a good birthday, princess?"
You nodded sleepily, leaning your head back against Suguru's shoulder.
"She did," Suguru murmured against your ear, his voice a deep, grounding rumble that vibrated through your entire body.
You let out a soft, submissive whimper of agreement, completely pliant and safe, squeezed tightly between your two protectors in the warm, quiet sanctuary of the bath as the night faded away.
The relaxed, warm haze of the bath shattered in a split second. The gentle hands massaging your scalp suddenly grew firm, and before you could even register the shift in the air, Satoru tilted your head back a fraction too quickly.
A sharp, stinging burn flared across your eyelids.
"Ah—! Satoru, wait, it burns!" you gasped, your white ears instantly pinning completely flat against your skull as you squeezed your eyes shut.
The harsh sting of the shampoo made your vision go entirely dark, and the sudden loss of sight left you completely disoriented, your other senses instantly magnifying to a painful degree.
Every ripple of the warm water felt like a wave against your skin, and the heavy weight of the two men bracketing your body felt suddenly overwhelming.
You tried to reach up to wipe your face, but Suguru’s strong hands smoothly caught your wrists under the water, pinning them down against his thighs with an unyielding, heavy grip that caught you entirely off guard.
It was too coordinated, too perfectly timed, as if they had planned this shift the moment they locked the bathroom door.
"Hold still, princess," Satoru’s voice cut through the steam, dropping into a lazy, distinctly jealous drawl that sent a shiver straight down your spine. "If you rub them, it'll just get worse."
You let out a soft, panicked whimper, blinded and completely helpless on Suguru’s lap as the steam thick inside your nose filled you with their combined scents.
"You know, sweet girl," Suguru murmured directly against your sensitive ear, his deep voice vibrating right into your chest as his grip on your wrists tightened just enough to remind you you couldn't move. "We've been thinking about your little classroom friend. You seemed awfully pink when the girls brought him up."
"I bet she loved it," Satoru chimed in, his thumb deliberately tracing the highly sensitive edge of your drooping ear, making your tail twitch frantically against the porcelain.
You could hear the sharp, condescending smirk in his tone. "Imagine how flattered our good little bunny must have been, having a guy chase her around campus like that. Did you enjoy the attention, princess? Did you like knowing he wanted to take you out?"
"No- no, I didn't," you pleaded, your voice trembling as you blindly tilted your face up, desperate for a towel or a rinse, completely overwhelmed by the sudden, suffocating weight of their possessiveness. "I don't care about him, I promise."
Satoru pretends to act clueless "Oh? So then why are you shaking? Is it because your lying?" He suddenly grabs the base of both your ears, making you squeal in surprise and pain.
"A-ah n-no no I'm not!" Your legs kicked in the water blindly, splashing water around. Suguru quickly hooks his legs over yours to hold them down.
"I bet you wanted to fuck him on the date you never got hm? Were you hoping he would find you in that dirty alley before I did? You little slut~" He croons as his hand slides up to gently but firmly cup your neck.
A whimper escaped your lips and sniffle escaped your nostrils. "N-no ngh..." Satoru smiles in return.
"D'awww... are you crying? Bunny why are you crying even?"
You giggled drunkly at the stupid reference and Sugurus grip on your neck tightened slightly "Something funny about this?"
You shake your head "N-no-" a hand crept up to your face, your guessing its Satoru's with how rough his grip was as he pulls you into a kiss to shut up your whines.
"Shhh," His tongue licks your quivering soft lips in one swipe. "Its okay baby just say your sorry" You can hear him grinning sadistically.
After you had stopped struggling and starting nodding "I-I'm sorry..." Suguru released his grip on your wrists and you quickly started washing your eyes with the water.
Satoru let out a soft, tsking sound, his expression shifting into a look of exaggerated pity. "Oh, look at those pretty eyes, all red and watery," he cooed, his voice dripping with a condescending, honey-sweet fondness.
He grabbed a clean, damp towel from the ledge, leaning forward to gently and meticulously wipe the remaining shampoo away from your eyelids. The moment your eyes could finally flutter open, blinking through the blur, Satoru leaned in. He pressed a row of soft, lingering kisses directly to your wet eyelids, then down the apples of your burning cheeks, before burying his face in the crook of your neck.
"I'm so sorry, baby," Satoru murmured against your skin, his hot breath making your ears twitch violently. "I'm so sorry I got soap in those beautiful eyes of yours. Satoru-san was just being clumsy, hm? Don't be mad at me." The utter lack of real remorse in his tone made it perfectly clear he had enjoyed every second of your helpless tears.
Behind you, Suguru’s grip on your waist didn't loosen for a second. Hearing your breath hitch, he leaned over your shoulder, his lips instantly finding the sensitive skin right beneath your ear. He left a trail of slow, heavy kisses down to your collarbone, making you shiver in the warm water.
Suguru smoothly slid his hand up to your chin, gently tilting your head back over his shoulder so you were forced to look up at him. He leaned down, pressing a deep, properly thorough kiss to your quivering lips, capturing your quiet whines until you were completely breathless.
"Don't be sad, sweet girl," Suguru murmured against your mouth, his dark eyes gleaming with a quiet, possessive warmth as he broke the kiss just a fraction. He smoothed a wet thumb over your cheek. "Today is your birthday, remember? We didn't mean to scare our good little bunny."
Satoru chuckled lazily, his smirk returning full force. "Yeah, princess. We still have a whole pile of presents waiting for you. We should go open them."
With effortless coordination, the two men stood up, draining the tub. Satoru scooped your wet, relaxed body up into his arms, carrying you out of the steaming bathroom and into the master bedroom—the spacious room the three of you would be sharing for the weekend. Suguru followed closely behind with a plush, oversized towel, taking his time to thoroughly dry you off, gently patting down your long, sensitive white ears until you were warm and soft.
They set you down in the center of the massive king-sized bed, where a large pile of wrapped gifts was waiting.
Still tipsy and a little breathless from the bath, your ears perked up as you reached for the first few packages. They were the gifts from your university friends—sweet, thoughtful things like soft knitted sweaters, a collection of your favorite novels, and handwritten cards filled with love. Opening them brought a genuine, happy smile to your face, making your tail give a soft twitch against the duvet.
"Alright, our turn," Satoru grinned, sliding a heavy, elegantly wrapped box toward you. "Open mine first."
You carefully tore away the sleek paper and lifted the lid, only for your breath to hitch. Sitting inside the velvet lining was a smooth, glittering blue silicone dildo, and a set of metal nipple clamps alongside a heavy, silk blindfold. Your face burned a bright crimson, your ears instantly dropping flat against your head in sheer embarrassment as you stared at it.
"Do you like it, princess?" Satoru purred, leaning over your shoulder with a wicked, delighted laugh. "Since I know how much you love when Im embarrassing you~"
Before you could even stammer out a response, Suguru smoothly slid his own beautifully packaged box into your lap. "And this is from me, sweetheart."
With trembling fingers, you pulled open the lid of Suguru's box. Inside lay a sleek silicone ball gag, a bundle of soft, heavy bondage rope, and a heavy baby pink leather collar with a white bow and a shiny bell.
Your jaw parted slightly, a soft, helpless whimper escaping your lips as you stared down at it. Your face burned a deep, breathless crimson, your white ears pinning completely flat against your head.
"Do you like it, sweet girl?" Suguru murmured, crawling onto the bed behind you.
He didn't wait for an answer. His large, warm hands reached into the box, lifting the collar. He brought it around your neck, the cool leather sending a sharp shiver down your spine as he smoothly pulled the strap through the buckle, fastening it with a firm, practiced click. It fit perfectly, wrapping snugly against your sensitive skin.
Suguru pulled you back against his chest, anchoring your waist as he leaned down to press a heavy, warm kiss right to the side of your neck, just above the new leather band. "There. Now everyone will know exactly who you belong to."
Satoru let out a low, delighted laugh, crawling up the mattress until he was looming directly over you. He reached down, his long fingers hooking into the silver ring at the front of your collar, gently tugging your face up so you were forced to look into his gleaming blue eyes.
"Perfect," Suguru purred, his thumb lightly tracing your quivering bottom lip. "And since its your birthday baby, you get to choose which one you want us to use first."
"W-what?" You stuttered, still shocked and shy about this whole situation. "I-I never-"
Satoru interrupts you "Or do you want all at the same time?" He's already reaching for the rope and undoing it, and grabs your wrist but you quickly pull it back. "Whats wrong baby are you scared?" He asks more sweetly now.
"Um... I'm not- scared... just I don't know" Nothing but mumbles came out of your mouth.
dividers by: @designlikenonsense. & @robinavitchslut
A/n - Im highkey super nervous because the part 1 of this fic was my first viral fic ever sooo i hope this didnt disapoint? Im def not done on this and plan on making this nsfw but im sleep deprived rn and im hoping that this will do well for now at least.
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