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Soooo my old masterlist is getting kinda messy & T*mblr won't allow me to edit it, so here is a brand new masterlist! This one is way more organized lol. I categorized each work (one shots, fics, dribbles, etc.) between different shows so you can find my fics much easier. Thank you for your patience & please enjoy! -Jazz
BNHA!
JJK!
DEMON SLAYER!
AOT!
ONE PIECE!
SOLO LEVELING!
DAY 20: MIRROR SEX (BF!Sung Jinwoo x Black!Chubby!GF!Reader) - You and your boyfriend decide to visit a carnival for a fall date night only to step into the House of Mirrors and get absolutely lost. Lucky for him, youâre a fucking freak and youâve got some tricks up your sleeve to make this experience VERY interesting for your sexy boyfriend.
GANGSTA!
Must Be A Full Moon đ (Werewolf!Nico x Black!Fem!Reader One Shot) (18+) - Youâve been dating Nico for about five months now and you couldnât be happier with him. Heâs big, heâs sexy, heâs protective, and he listens! Heâs the perfect boyfriendâŠexcept for one thing: you havenât had sex yet. Every time you come close to it, he always makes an excuse and leaves your apartment before anything more than kissing can happen. What is it, you wonder? Is he not sexually attracted to you? Is he nervous? What could it be? One dark night, while the moon is high in the sky after a costume party, you get your answerâŠand everything youâve been craving from your big, strong, sexy boyfriend.Â
OTHER (NON-ANIME)!
Desperado (Dom!Mizu x sub!Self-Insert!Reader One Shot) (18+) [COMMISSION FILL] - When you randomly ask Mizu to help train you to become a stronger fighter, she discovers the reason is that you plan on accompanying her on her journey for revenge. She initially refuses, but after a moment of passion turns into a night of confessed feelings and a goodbye, Mizu begins to change her mind about working alone.
ANIME CROSSOVERS!
ONE SHOTS
Babysitting Has Its Perks đ€đ° (Big Bro!Choso x Big Bro!Dabi x Black!Fem!Reader One Shot) [18+] - Youâve been babysitting kids as a side hustle for a while now to get extra money. You have your regulars, one of them being a doctorâs cute little son Yuji. Though the pay is good, you admit that the main reason you come back to babysit the kid is because of his sexy older brother Choso. On Halloween, when Choso gets caught up in a pinch, he hits you up last minute to babysit Yuji and his bandmateâs little brother. You think this will be an easy nightâŠuntil you meet Chosoâs bandmate DabiâŠand you decide to wear a bunny costumeâŠand you realize just how much your secret crush and his hot friend love bunny girls.
SHORT STORIES/SERIES
Who Is In Control? (Jinwoo x Black!F!Reader x Gojo) [18+ Fic] - Sung Jinwoo is the highest-ranking hunter and the most powerful human being humanity has ever seen. So is Gojo Satoru. Both cocky, both confident, and both eager for more power, they compete against each other for each gate that seems to get more dangerous the farther and higher they go. They figure your gate wonât be any different and that you will be the usual big baddie that they need to take care of. Another cog in the system. Until they manage to beat you and find out who you truly are behind your facade. Now the hunters are hellbent on keeping you to themselves. So, whatâs another friendly competition? Only this time, the prize is you. [ONGOING]
HEADCANONS N DRABBLES
They're Your Blind V-Day Date (18+) (Crossover Anime) (For Black!Fem!Readers)
HEâS SO F**KING BIG THAT HE COULD CRUSH YOU & YOU LOVE IT (18+) (for Fem!Readers)
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đŽPairing: Married!Poly!KiriBaku x Married!ReaderÂ
đŽSynopsis: When you decide to take a vacation to an island resort with your husband, you think that this is the perfect opportunity to rekindle the lost spark and romance in your relationship. But when your hubby doesnât exceed your expectations, or even attempt to fulfill them, you start to think that this was a horrible ideaâŠuntil you meet the sexy celebrity married couple at the pool who are interested in getting to know you on a more personal level and showing you the wonderful vacation that your husband wonâtâŠand canât.
đŽWarnings: 18+ (MDNI); Reader is Black and Fem; Pro!KiriBaku (Late 20s-30s); Cheating/Infidelity; Baecation; Strangers to Lovers; Alcohol Use; Drunk SĂ«x (but still consensual); Threesome; Dual Blowjob; Dual Cunnilingus/Analingus; Anal Play; Gaping; Double Penetration; PIV; Anal Sex; Hubby Calls While Y'all Fucking teehee; Slutification; Cock Drunk!Reader; Pussy Drunk!Kiribaku; Creampie/Analpie; Aftercare; Dom!Kiribaku x sub!Reader; Reader Cums 3x
đŽWord Count: 12.9k
đŽDisclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
đŽWriter's Note: I got this little idea after I came back from a cruise vacation & thought about getting dicked down the whole time lmaoo. This fic came out last summer & I wanted to revise it for the new summer era! I hope y'all enjoy it! <3 -love, Jazz
đŽCredits: Kiribaku Fan art credit goes to syrinide! Follow them on Twitter HERE! Dividers made by @feldiesgraphics & @dollywons!
You thought that experiencing sex on vacation would be a lot hotter.
You thought that smelling the sea breeze and hearing the call of seagulls would make for a sexy ambience to ignite that spark.Â
But lying beneath your panting, sweating husband as he ruts into you from behind doesnât make even the least bit of your pussy twitch. While the foreplay started off good, it started during a moment where you were just chilling, reading a book, kind of hungry, and not in the mood for sexâŠbut of course, your husband canât read the room and is always thinking with his dick.Â
So when he proceeds to speed up and repeat that âoh, yeah, oh, yeahâ mantra that he does when he gets close, you lie there on your tummy and let it happen, just letting him enjoy it.
You feel like you owe him this. After all, you did take him away from his job and responsibilities as a businessman for a seven-day trip at a resort along the Caribbean sea. Maybe lackluster sex isnât too bad. Not like other things in your marriage.Â
And you are reminded of those things when you feel him pull out and spray his cum on your ass, stilling his hips and letting out a loud grunt as he grips your ass so tight that you wince with pain. When he finally lets out a sigh of relief, he stares down at you, a lazy smile on his face. âDid you cum?â he asks. You nod though you certainly didnât. But you are the dutiful wife, moaning when you should and pumping up his ego.Â
Satisfied, your hubby gives you a chaste kiss on the lips and rolls off of you, leaving you lying naked on the pristinely white sheets of your king-sized bed. You purposely ordered a suite for the two of you for this trip, complete with sofa bed, a vanity for your makeup, a mini-bar, and a balcony overlooking the beach. Perfect for a âbaectionâ with your man to get your marriage back on track and spend time togetherâŠor so you thought.Â
Once again, reality smacks you in the face when he moves to the edge of the bed naked, showing off his toned body. He truly is a beautiful specimen, but if any woman got him in the bedroom now, they would dumb his ass before he could bust a nut.
The sex while you were dating was quite good, but now? He barely takes the time to make you cum. One could argue that itâs because of his demanding career, but you always take the time to make him âarriveâ when you are intimate.Â
But him? Crickets. Not to mention no consideration for your pleasure, no care, and no spark. You canât remember the last time he even attempted to make you cum!
And thenâŠthere is the worse part. You turn over on your side as he slides on his robe. âYouâre not gonna cuddle?â you disappointedly ask. Your husband pulls a face like he doesnât believe youâre serious. âYou know I donât cuddle after sex, Y/N. Itâs nasty.âÂ
You scowl at him. He didnât used to be like this at all. He used to snuggle with you afterwards. Now after sex he is more concerned about cumming and then cleaning up, barely regarding you as his wife. âAnd cumming on my ass isnât?â you ask, your tone snipped. He pauses from tying his robe and grimaces. âWell, I was gonna ask if you wanted to join me, but not with that attitude.âÂ
You rise from your position and get under the covers, the cool sheets feeling like silk against your naked body. âIâm sorry, I justâŠwe never cuddle anymore. I thought this trip would change that.â
Your husband only sighs as if you pouring your heart out to him is more of an inconvenience to his shower than not. âWe can cuddle after my shower, Y/N. Donât be so impatient.âÂ
And then he is gone, disappearing into the bathroom and leaving you alone to feel hurt. And then that hurt stews into irritation. When you hear the water running, it steams just as your anger does.
You start to wonder what you did any of this for. Stressing over the best resorts and just to appease a husband who could care less about the waning romance in your marriage? Four years together, one year married, and all of it hanging on a thin thread because he refuses counseling, therapy, or to talk about your issues.Â
Your anger pushes you to rise from the prison of the bed, wipe your hubbyâs spunk off your ass with some tissues, and get dressed in your brand new bikini. It is a vibrant yellow that makes your brown skin pop and makes your ass look absolutely delectable. It is among one of the pieces of sexy vacation outfits that you brought along for this vacation. After dressing, you begin packing your beach bag, barely turning around when you hear the shower shut off and footsteps approach.Â
âHey, where ya goinâ?â your husband asks as if he didnât just reject you. You donât turn around as you toss sun tan oil and a romance book in your bag. âIâm going to the pool,â you snippily reply. âAlone.âÂ
Your husband is silent, watching you pack. âBut I thought we were gonna cuddle.â You scoff, finally turning to face him dripping wet in his towel. âWell, we couldâve, but you wanted to shower first after fucking me when I told you about three times that I wasnât in the mood.âÂ
You watch his face change from confusion to irritation. Yet another fight and youâve only been on this ship for a day! âSo now Iâm the bad guy now?â he scoffs. âYou always do this, Y/N. You always wanna twist shit around on me when you donât get your way!âÂ
You tilt your head at him, glaring daggers. âWhen I donât get my way?â you parrot, enraged.
You could smack him with the sunscreen youâre holding gripped in your hand. âAll I did was ask for a fucking snuggle with my husband who only shows me affection when heâs got his dick in me.âÂ
âThat isnât true!â he barks. You scoffingly laugh. âOh, itâs not? I had to beg you to come on this vacation just to try to re-spark our romanceâŠand you didnât even wanna do that!â
You had been planning your introduction to the idea for months, praying that he would agree. He only agreed when you mentioned that you would pay for it and all he had to do was take off for the week. Thank God for your high-paying job and you saving up money for this trip.Â
Your husband stands before you now, fuming and fumbling for something to say. You continue to pack until completion and grab your wedges and key card before putting on your sunglasses. âIâll be back up later,â you grumble. âDonât wait up.â And you leave him standing in his towel, shutting the hotel door behind you before venturing off to the pool for a cool dip and a cool drink.Â
Your pool time to decompress proves to be a good plan. Deciding that the pool is too crowded for your liking, you head to the adults-only area complete with two bars, hot tubs, and ocean views galore. You go to the bar to order yourself a pretty and strong cocktail to take the last ten minutes out of your head.
As you sip on your drink with its pineapple and orange wedges on the glass, your phone rings in your bag. You fish it out, grinning as your friendâs name flashes across the screen. Thank God for the wi-fi package. âHeeeey, babes!â she shouts when you answer. Hearing her voice makes you homesick instantly. âHey, babes,â you greet. âGod, am I happy to hear from you.âÂ
âI guess the plan isnât going well,â she replies. âI was gonna ask how your trip is.âÂ
You cross your legs on the stool, showing off your legs and skin glowing with sun tan oil for all to see. âOh, Iâm loving it, but not being in the same room with a man who wonât even cuddle me after fucking me.â You have admitted some things to your friend about your romance issues in your marriage, but not this.Â
âDaaamn, itâs like that?!â she gasps. âGirl, you should've been divorced that loser! I donât know why youâre even bothering with this BS. Youâve only been married for a year!âÂ
âUntil you canât anymore,â a little voice in your head remarks. âAnd maybe youâve reached that limit.â You wipe the thought away with another sip of your cocktail, your tastebuds exploding with the taste of rum and guava fruit.Â
âYes, but why bother if youâre not happy?â your friend asks. âI mean, are you doing any of this because of you or him?âÂ
You stop short, thinking about this. Is any of this for you anymore? What about your happiness? Your feelings? âThis is for both of us,â you finally reply. âI canât go on like this anymore. No touching, kissing, or romanceâŠâÂ
Lately, itâs been happening more since your husbandâs promotion as you expressed to your friend months before. The dates have been dwindling, the connection is fading, and the sex is less than enjoyable. You arenât happy, but you arenât willing to give up either.Â
âHowâs he been on the trip?â your friend asks. You use your straw to stir the ice around in your glass. âJust not paying much attention to me, drinking a lotâŠlooking at other women.â
You wince as your friend begins to explode with rage. âEXCUSE ME?!â she bellows. âOh, heeeell no! Youâre gonna have to get even, girl. If heâs gonna do what he wants on this trip, so will you.âÂ
âWhat does that mean?â you ask, not entirely sure you want to know the answer. She is happy to elaborate regardless: âIt means finding the hottest guy there and getting some vacay dick, no strings attached.âÂ
You nearly choke on the bit of pineapple wedge you bite into. âI canât cheat on my husband!â you hiss into the phone. âWhat kinda girl do you think I am?!âÂ
Your friend huffs in response. âFine, then just flirt. Y/N, this is about your enjoyment too! Youâre there for another six days, so why not make the most of it with an international stud?âÂ
You canât believe you're hearing this. You must have heatstroke. âYouâre insane,â you scoff. âI canât just pick some random guy andââ You cut yourself off reaching across the bar for a napkin only for your hand to brush against someone elseâs.Â
âOh, sorry!â you gasp. âI wasnât paying anyâŠ.â Your words immediately die when you catch a glimpse of the red-hot stud sitting next to you at the bar. Literally, his long hair is red-hot, cascading down to his broad shoulders and chest exposed through the few unbuttoned buttons to his Hawaiian top. He is a big guy, at least six-foot something and all muscle as he sits in the stool next to you, bigger than you even while sitting down.
Your eyes trail down to his red trunks hanging loosely from his muscular thighs and calves right down to his big feet in his open-toe slides. Your eyes lecherously slide back up to his beefy arms, one of them inked with a sleeve, and the sharp, toothy smile he gives you.Â
âDonât sweat it,â he replies, his crimson eyes kind, sparkling in the summer sun. âItâs my bad. I was actually gonna ask what drink that was.â You are so gobsmacked by this sexy stranger than you barely hear your friend screaming at you. âY/N?!â she screeches. âWho is that?! Is he hot?!âÂ
âGottagocallyoulaterloveyabye,â you say in a rush before hanging up. The red-hot stranger continues to smile, making you sweat more than the hot rays above. âU-Uh, itâs called a Sex On The Beach.âÂ
He laughs, the sound making your stomach curl. Even his laugh is sexy! âInteresting drink name,â he chuckles. âI heard they have a Cherry Popper and somethinâ called a Pink Pussy here too. Bakugou likes those.âÂ
âBakugou?â you question. He tuts, smacking himself on the forehead with a sheepish smile. âOh, sorry; my husband.âÂ
Your eyes glide down to the gold band on one of his thick ring fingers. Of course, heâs married. âOh,â you sigh, wilting in disappointmentâŠbut why? Youâre married! âIâll have to try those ones. My husband ainât a fan of cocktails like that; he calls them girly.âÂ
You may as well let the stranger know that youâre married too. Itâs only rightâŠright? âGirly or not, theyâre still hella good!â he laughs. âI know me and my man donât care. Iâm Kirishima, by the way.â He sticks one of his big, calloused, scarred hands out for a shake. You ignore the way your pulse jumps as your palm connects with his.Â
Kirishima? Where have you heard that name before? Suddenly, it clicks. âWait, are youââÂ
âRed Riot?â he chuckles. âJust donât blow my cover. I think the Hawaiian shirt is working.â You are shocked. Youâve never met a celebrity before, let alone a pro hero. Youâre not used to seeing him without his gear either!Â
âItâs a pleasure, Red Riot,â you whisper, once again shaking his hand. Itâs really just an excuse to feel his calloused palm gripped in yours again. âSo you guys are here on a much-needed vacation?â you ask, sipping on your drink.
âEmphasis on âmuch-neededâ,â he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. âPlus itâs our fifth year wedding anniversary and we wanted to celebrate. Weâve been together since our UA days.âÂ
High school sweethearts?! You could melt right here on your stool. âThatâs so sweet!â you coo, raising your glass to him. âWell, happy anniversary to the both of you.â The redheaded hunk smiles, blinding you. âWell, thank youâŠuhâŠâÂ
âY/N,â you introduce. âL/N.â The proâs raises his sexy, pierced brow in interest. âFull government?â he chuckles. âEjirou Kirishima then. My friends call meââÂ
âOi, shitty hair!â someone barks from the lounge chairs. âWhatâs the hold up?! You went to get drinks five minutes ago!â You turn your head to the rough nâ gruff-sounding voice, nearly dropping your drink at the sight of the platinum blonde stud standing before you.Â
He is ALL man, just as his husband is: big, tall, all muscle, and all tattoos. In opposition to his husband, Dynamight has two sleeves plus a large dragon tattoo snaking around his left slave. Its tail trails up to his orange swim trunks that match the black skull tank top he wears.Â
Despite the Raybans covering his eyes, you can tell his eyes are as intense as his handsome face etched in seriousness is. The sun glows against his blonde undercut and the piercings glinting in his ears. His plump bottom lip and brow are pierced as well, definitely exposing you for your fetish.Â
The redhead turns to you with a smirk. âItâs Kiri, actually,â he whispers. He then rises to greet his husband, smiling extra big. âSorry, babe; I got caught up talkinâ to my new friend here. Y/N, this is my husband Katsuki Bakugou.âÂ
When Bakugou finally stops in front of you, you have to use every ounce of energy to appear normal while sitting with the two mountain-sized pros while they stand over you. Bakugou takes his shades off, putting them on his forehead. Those vermillion eyes are like lasers, intensified by Bakugouâs brooding look your way. His stare is hotter than the damn sun and you lose your cool.Â
âN-Nice to meet you,â you stammer. You stick your hand out for a shake. Bakugou stares at it for a brief moment before he takes it in his inked hand. âLikewise. You tryinâ to steal my husband from me?â His expression is so steely that you nearly miss the quirk at the corner of his mouth.Â
âHeâs joking,â Kiri chuckles, nudging Bakugou in the arm. âDonât scare the poor lady! I was just telling Y/N here that weâre on our anniversary trip.â Bakugou rolls his eyes but his cheeks are flushed pink. âYa might as well tell it to everybody on this fuckinâ island.âÂ
Kiri laughs, pressing a kiss to his husbandâs cheek. âSo are you here on your own anniversary trip?â the redhead curiously asks. You mentioned your hubby.âÂ
âOh, uhâŠâ You freeze, thinking of something to answer with. âMaybe with friends?â Kiri adds. âFamily? Or a solo traveler? Which would be cool too!âÂ
âJesus, shitty hair, whatâs with the third degree?â Bakugou criticizes, glaring at his husband through his shades. The redhead goes red in the face, somehow making himself look sexier. âSorry. I mightâve had too much before this.âÂ
âIâm here with my husband,â you finally answer. âNothing too special.â You take a sip of your drink to cool yourself down and give yourself some liquid courage. Discussing your marriage woes with strangers isnât ideal for a starter convo for you, yet here you are. The couple look confused and quite perturbed at your statement. âWhat does that mean?â Bakugou asks, raising a pierced brow at you.Â
You shrug, feeling hot all over and the breeze from the ocean provides no comfort. You shouldnât have talked. âJust that itâs not an anniversary trip or a honeymoon. It was my idea for a vacation.â You almost say that the entire trip came out of your pocket as well. âWeâve been together for four years, married for one.âÂ
âWell, thatâs somethinâ to celebrate!â Kiri exclaims, obviously trying to lighten things up. âAnd if youâre thinkinâ up fun trips like this, he should feel lucky to have you.â The genuine nature of his tone and the kindness in his eyes nearly make you fold. âYou wouldnât be the first to think that,â you bashfully reply, âbut thank you.âÂ
Kiri looks like he wants to say more but a tray of shot glasses wedged with lime and filled with clear liquid stops him short. âShots on the house for the happy couple?â the bartender asks with a grin. When he motions to you with the tray, you realize with horror what heâs referring to. âO-Oh, weâre notââÂ
âDonât be so coy, honey,â Kiri laughs, giving you a wink. âThanks, sir! Weâd love free shots!â He takes the tray from the bartender with no problem and gives him a thankful grin. You stare at him, wondering what in the world just happened and if youâre possibly hallucinating. Bakugou nudges your hip with his, smirking. âDonât think nothinâ of it. You looked like you needed some tequila.âÂ
He passes you a shot, the strong aroma nearly singeing your nostril hairs. An open invitation. After all, how often do you find yourself drinking with celebrities? Let alone pro heroes? And it is a vacation. âI guess I do,â you giggle, taking the shot from his thick fingers. You ignore the way your stomach flip flops as your fingertips brush his. âCheers then!âÂ
Bakugouâs eyes are full of mirth and interest. âTo what?â he asks. You give him a secretive smile, placing a lime wedge in your mouth and sucking on it. You think the coupleâs eyes flitting down to your mouth is just a trick of the sun. âTo an unforgettable trip,â you respond.Â
Clink!Â
The three of you clink shots and down them in unison, laughing when Kiri coughs his lungs out. For the next fifteen minutes or so while Kiri orders cocktails for himself and Bakugou, you chat.Â
You learn about Musutafu, their home in Japan, is riddled with even more pro heroes than in the U.S.Â
You learn about Kiriâs love for spicy foods and Bakugouâs secret obsession with the manga seriesÂ
âA Sign of Affectionâ that you both gush over. You tell them about your job and daily life; your likes and dislikes; your relationship with your husband.Â
You notice the way Kiri keeps a hand on Bakugouâs knee while sitting to stop him from bouncing it so much. Your eyes catch the way Bakugouâs fingers toy with the hair at the nape of Kiriâs neck. Little things like this make you envious. Not just of them, but of the fact that you canât join in such PDA. Your husband would never hear of it.Â
By the time the convo comes to an end, you feel that buzz and rush of warmth from your drink and three tequila shots. And that recklessness that causes you to eye the coupleâs crotches too much.
You should lay down before you do something youâll regret. âYou two should probably head back to your seats,â you tell the couple. âThat family with the five kids looks awfully desperate for a chair.â You nod at the stressed-looking couple hollering at their kids to pick up their beach towels and stop fighting.Â
Bakugou grumbles something, already getting up to lay claim on their chairs. âWell, maybe weâll see you around again,â Kiri says with a smile. âMe and Bakugou are thinkinâ of going to Club Paradise. You should bring your man along.â You blink in confusion before your brain, fuzzy from the tequila and the couplesâ mixed cologne, realizes that he means the resortâs nightclub.Â
âOr just bring yourself,â Bakugou cuts in, not even caring how this suggestion sounds. âSounds like your man is a wet blanketâŠno offense.â He shrugs passively though he doesnât look like heâs that apologetic.
Youâre sure the tipsy details you provided to them about your hubby doesnât help: he doesnât dance, he hates going out, and heâs all about work. âItâs fine,â you chuckle. âHe might be interested, but weâll see. Iâll give it some thought.âÂ
âYou should,â Kiri replies, unintentionally flexing as he stretches. You do your best to not stare. âA good drink and a dance always helps toâŠease the tension.â Your ears perk at the way he says the last three words: seductive. Suggestive. A hot promise lying between the lines. If he meant it to come off this way, he succeeded because your body instantly responds.Â
âEspecially with good company, Iâm sure,â you say, shocking yourself by flirting back. Even more so with the way you stare straight at Kiri and Bakugou while you say it, memorizing their eye color for later. The two look like they want to say more to you, but they are interrupted by two pineapples being shoved at them.Â
âFor Mr. Kirishima?â the bartender calls. Their drinks are done which means they are leaving now. You feel a pang of disappointment, but it ebbs somewhat when Kiri shoots you a smile. âSee ya around, Y/N,â he says before walking off with his husband. As they leave, Bakugou turns back to look at you, his crimson eyes playing with you over the rim of his shades.Â
When you turn around to order a cool drink of water (because you desperately need it), your bikini bottoms feel sticky and youâre bothered. Extremely bothered. Especially when you sense that the couple is still eyeing you down from the back. Your nipples tingle beneath your bikini top and everything feels too stimulating. You havenât had any guy make you feel this horny in years, let alone your husband!Â
Maybe you will take your friendâs advice tonight. There is no shame in flirting and having a little fun that doesnât involve infidelity. Luckily for you, your husband has the same idea that the hot couple did: a night at Paradise.
When you go back upstairs for a shower and a nap, he peppers you in apologetic kisses. âI thought a lot about what you said earlier and I wanna make it up to you. Tonight will just be about you and me.â You believe him when he says this, trusting his wordâŠ.until you actually get there.Â
After a shower, a nap, and some dinner at the buffet, you dress in your vacation clubbing finest: a short, backless dress that ties at the neck and some strapped gold heels with your white toes out. You leave your braids down, spray some fruity body mist on your skin, slather your body in shimmery oil, and you feel delicious as you stare at yourself in the mirror.Â
You wonder, briefly, if the sexy couple you met earlier will think so too. Youâd be lying if you said you arenât looking forward to seeing them tonight if they come. Itâs the only thing worth staying for as you watch your drunk husband flirt with an Amazonian woman with the skin-tight dress, spray tan, and veneers right in your face. You canât even enjoy the beautiful, tropical ambience or the music because of how irritated you are.Â
First, your husband decided to pre-game by ordering a whiskey with dinner. Now heâs here barely spending time with you when you look like a whole snack and disrespecting you?! He wouldnât even be here if you didnât pay for the trip!
The woman gives a raucous laugh at something he says, her teeth reminding you of a camelâs. âI canât believe you live so close to me! Whatâs it like there? Are the guys as handsome as you?âÂ
Your husband grins, sloppy and proud. You decide youâve had enough and stroll up to them, putting a possessive hand on his shoulder. âYes, they are,â you reply to the irritated woman. You whip your husband around to face you, fixing his collar. âBabe, why donât we go get some drinks? Thereâs tons of cheap choices.âÂ
At the mention of more booze, he nods and goes into his shorts for his wallet. Then he pats himself down. Then he checks his phone. âShit, I left my card in the room,â he huffs. âWhy donât you get the drinks, babe? Youâve got your money, right?â You stare at him, your anger boiling like hot soup. âYou left your credit card upstairs?â you hiss.Â
âBut it was your idea to come here. Not mine.â Your husband begins to look around the room, concerned about other people but not you. âListen, letâs not do this here, especially in public. Just get us some drinks and we can discuss this later.â
He gives you a look like he isnât down with your âBSâ tonight and you quickly storm off, heading to the bar. You could leave him standing here if you wanted to. Then he can be concerned with what other people think.Â
You are so angry that you nearly miss someone calling your name from the end of the bar. You look and your heart flips at the sight of the sexy couple that have been invading your thoughts since your first meeting at the pool.
Both are wearing Hawaiian shirts in differing ways (Kiriâs is slightly unbuttoned at the chest while Bakugou keeps his open to expose his white wife beater underneath) and shorts that donât drag your attention to their dicks at all.Â
âHey, you made it!â Kiri announces, looking overjoyed to see you. Bakugou sits on a stool, a smirk playing on his juicy-looking lips. âSo she decided to show up. Whereâs your husband at?âÂ
He looks around the club glowing with pink and purple lights shaped like palm leaves.
âOh, chatting away with new friends,â you passively reply, so glad that you sprayed yourself with your favorite body mist. âSo nice to see you two again.â Bakugou shrugs, his eyes flitting across your form. âWell, we did say weâd be here.âÂ
âCorrection: I said we MIGHT show up,â Kiri states, earning an eye roll from his husband. âBut now that youâre here, Iâm glad we decided to come tonight. You look great.â His crimson eyes drink in your outfit and legs glowing with shimmery, gold oil, much to your satisfaction. âYou two donât look too bad yourselves,â you flirt, shooting them both a smile. âThe Hawaiian print fits you.âÂ
âBakugou hates it,â Kiri whispers, making you giggle. He raises a brow at you, curious. âSo your man sent you to get drinks? Or are you just that independent?âÂ
You can tell he is trying to joke with you, but knows that your answer is the latter. âBoth,â you sigh. âHeâs a little occupied right now, but he wanted us to come here tonight. Something we could both do together.âÂ
You resist the urge to roll your eyes. What a crock of shit. âAnd whereâs he at now?â Bakugou wonders aloud, still looking around the room. Why he wants to meet your spouse so badly is beyond you. âHe should be rightâŠâ
You turn, pointing an acrylic nail behind you at the spot where your husband was beforeâŠbut he is gone. Your stomach drops and you begin to look around the club at unfamiliar faces. He couldnât haveâŠhe wouldnâtâŠÂ
Then you hear his ridiculous, drunk laugh and peer across the dance floor where he is sitting in a wicker chair with another woman with enough Botox in her face that her muscles donât move. You feel your anger reach its breaking point. He left you. He left you.
âHold my spot,â you growl to the couple, and then youâre storming off, titties and hair angrily bouncing as you do. Your eyes are set dead on your husband, ready to tear him a new one.Â
When you finally stop in front of him, it takes him a while to even register your presence. In the time you were at the bar, he has gotten even drunker, his collar askew and his eyes glassy. âThere you are!â he exclaims.
You place a hand on your hip, glaring down at him. âAnd here you are, abandoning me and talking to a chick who isnât your wife.âÂ
The Botox womanâs face pales and she scowls at your man. âYour wife?â she scoffs. âYou didnât tell me you were married! Whereâs your wedding band?!â Your eyes shoot down to his hand. Sure enough, itâs gone. He took it off.Â
âThat was just so I wouldnât lose it!â your husband quickly protests. He stands and puts his hands up as if calming a crazed animal. âRelax, babe. Sheâs just interested in a possible investment in my company.â You cut your eyes to the woman sipping her martini, looking like a kid caught in the cookie jar. âOh, Iâm sure she is,â you mutter. âCan I talk to you for a minute?âÂ
You turn and begin to walk off, but you hear your husband sigh, âOh, here we goâ. That enrages you even further. You storm off to a secluded area in the club, arms crossed and fuming. Your husband follows, looking aloof to your rage. âWhatâd I do now, Mommy?â he drunkenly asks.
You shove him, earning a few looks of interest and alarm. âDonât talk to me like that!â you hiss. âHow could you just abandon me like that in a place Iâm unfamiliar with and with people that I donât know?!âÂ
Your husband glares at you, confused and irritated. âI didnât abandon you! You were getting the drinks!âÂ
But you barely listen to this half-assed argument, firing off like a firecracker. âThatâs the other thing; you wanted to come here tonight and you left the room without your money. So now your wife has to pay for everything while you get drunk off of my dime and flirt with other women.â
You flash your hand at him where your diamond ring glistens. âAnd I didnât leave my ring either!âÂ
Your husband rolls his eyes, his face growing red. âI wasnât flirting withââÂ
âOh, save it!â you snap. âOr were you too trashed those other times too that you donât even remember?â He pulls a face, looking at you as if youâre the crazy one. âWhat is this about, Y/N? Why are you being this way?â
You can feel tears pushing at your tear ducts, but you push them away; you refuse to cry in public. âI wanted to come on this trip for us to get closer,â you lament. âFor us to build that romance again; that spark that weâre missing! And youâre not even trying even a little bit!âÂ
And instead of showing you compassion and understanding, your husband continues to neglect and invalidate your feelings. âListenâŠI donât know what you want me to fucking do,â he tiredly sighs. âI canât be the perfect man that youâre looking for, Y/N. He doesnât exist.âÂ
âClearly,â you bitterly think. He has shown you that.Â
âI do everything for you and this is how you repay me,â he scoffs, still scowling. âWell, fine, if you feel that way, Iâll just leave you be.â He takes a step back and then turns around, walking towards the exit. Your eyes widen at him, gobsmacked. âWait, youâre leaving?â you gasp. âYou canât be serious. Youâre gonna leave me here alone?âÂ
Then your husband turns around and you think heâs going to apologize; to tell you he is just jokingâŠbut then he motions his hands at you in a âshoo, shooâ motion as if you are a mere, pesky fly. âCome upstairs when youâre done acting like a bitch to me,â he cooly says. And then he leaves you alone for good, standing in the club completely humiliated and heartbroken.Â
Luckily, someone comes to your rescue to save you from your heartbreak. They tap you on the shoulder and you turn to see Kiri standing there with a gigawatt smile on his handsome face. âExcuse me, miss; me and my husband saw you across the bar and really dug your vibe. Can we buy you a drink?â
He gives you a wink that somehow masks the heartbreak youâre feeling. âJust make sure itâs strong,â you joke back.Â
He begins to lead you back to the bar where Bakugou sits, sipping on a mai tai. âDid you find your husband?â Kiri asks, taking the mojito that Bakugou passes to him. âWhereâs he at? I thought we were meeting him.â
You stare warily at the pros, biting back tears. âUhâŠhe wasnât feeling too good and went upstairs,â you lie.Â
Bakugou sees right through it like itâs glass. He takes a final sip of his drink, draining the glass, and nearly slams it on the bar. âYâknow, youâre just as bad as this one when you lie,â he roughly says, nudging Kiri in the arm. âEyes goinâ off to the side, a little pause like youâre thinkinâ of somethinâ on the spotâŠyouâre not slick.âÂ
You feel your body flush under the strobe lights. âOh, no,â you think, lamenting to yourself. âNow heâs gonna ask you why you lied, you dummy!âÂ
But to your surprise, Bakugou leans one beefy, inked arm over the bar, waving down the bartender. âBut if youâre truly hellbent on coverinâ your manâs back, we wonât push it. If anything, I respect itâŠcanât understand why the goofy left you here though.â He waves a hand again at the bartender, growing irritated at being ignored.Â
âYeah,â Kiri agrees, standing behind Bakugouâs stool and rubbing his shoulders to calm him. He is so tall that he towers over you, somehow making you feel more safe than intimidated by his sheer size. âItâs kinda weird he would just leave without you, unless he had food poisoning or somethinâ.âÂ
Maybe itâs the hot wash of lights or the men accompanying you, but you feel the truth push at your throat. âHe didnât,â you admit. The couple immediately turn their attention to you. âI caught him talking to another woman, we had a fight, and then he left.âÂ
Kiri blinks his crimson eyes at you. âHe left you alone?â he asks in disbelief. âHere?â
You slowly nod, biting your lower lip to keep from crying in front of these two strangers. âHe told me to come upstairs when I stopped being a bitch,â you add, cracking a wry smile at the two. âCan you believe this is my marriage?â You laugh it off, but the couple can tell that it is fake and icy.
âShit, I already thought the guy was a loser; now, itâs a fact for sure,â Bakugou grumbles.Â
âLeaving your wife or girlfriend in the middle of a club is NOT manly,â Kiri growls, eyes flashing with anger. âGood thing weâre with you. We can keep you company as long as youâre here!â
Bakugou passes Kiri's mojito to you, coaxing you to sip. âAnd you can tell us more about this asshole you decided to marry.â He bangs on the bar, scaring a few people. âYo, bartender! Youâre about to lose your tip!âÂ
You take a tiny sip of the mojito, your tastebuds exploding with the taste of mint, lime, and rum. Kiri pats the empty stool beside Bakugou and you sit, crossing one leg over the other, your dress riding up slightly on your thighs. Kiri sits on your left, sandwiching you between himself and his husband.Â
The bartender returns, sweating slightly and out of breath. âApologies, Mr. Bakugou! Free rounds for the happy couple?â The couple turn to look at you, asking you in silence. âItâs free rounds, darlings,â you giggle, flipping your braids over one shoulder. âIâd be happy to shareâŠand a rum punch too, please!â Â
Two rum punches and three tequila shots later, you are spilling your guts to the couple. The three of you sit in a secluded lounge area overlooking the beach, the silver moon glowing off of the waves softly crashing on the shore.
Most people are on the dance floor or at the bar, so you have privacy with the two hunks who sit across from you in lounge chairs. You sit on a small hammock held between two fake palm trees, talking on and on about your husbandâs neglect and bummy, crummy ways.Â
Through it all, the couple stay quiet, paying close attention to you. You appreciate their listening ears, feeling better just getting it all out.
âSo we packed up and came on this vacay in the hopes of rekindling our romance,â you explain, nursing a glass of water that Bakugou ordered for you. âIt was my idea and he went along with it, butâŠnow Iâm thinking that this was a total waste of time.â You place a hand on your head, mostly because it is spinning but also because you feel so stupid.Â
âFor him?â Kiri says, sipping his second mojito. âIâd have to say yes; there is NO gettinâ through a guy like that, sweetheart. But a trip like this for yourself is never a waste! You come here to enjoy the pool, the excursions, and makinâ new friends like us.âÂ
You laugh, finding his words adorable. âWeâre friends?â you giggle, not realizing how this sounds: like you want to be more. âWell, I guess only friends would buy me drinks and listen to me trauma dump.âÂ
Bakugou clucks his tongue, rolling his vermillion eyes. His eyes are so prettyâŠlike rubies. âItâs not trauma dumping if we wanna hear it, silly girl.â Kiri nods, agreeing. âBakugouâs right, sweetheart. We like you; plus, youâre the first girl weâve met here that isnât tryinâ to have a threesome with us.âÂ
He doesnât know how wrong he is. And if he keeps calling you âsweetheartâ, who knows what will happen next. âI like you guys too,â you admit, flushing bashfully. âYou make a cute couple; Iâm almost jealous!âÂ
Bakugou cracks a humored smile, sipping a piña colada now. âWell, donât be. The bartenders already think weâre together.â His tongue glints with somethingâa piercing, you realizeâas he toys with the straw in his glass.Â
Suddenly, a thought pops into your head that you have no business saying aloud: âWouldnât it be funny if we acted as a couple this whole trip just for the hell of it? Two sexy husbands and their pretty wife?â You begin to laugh a little too much, your cheeks hurting and tears pricking at your lashes coated in mascara.Â
When you stop, you realize that the couple arenât laughing. Theyâre just staring dead at you. âYeah,â Kiri deadpans. âHilarious.âÂ
Suddenly, the air feels tense and the magic from the alcohol is fading. You donât feel sexy or confident anymore; just awkward. You take a couple sips of the water and place it on the âW-Well, itâs getting late and my husband is probably wondering where I am.âÂ
âNo, heâs not,â Bakugou argues. The finality in his tone stops you short, rendering you speechless. âAny dickhead who leaves his wife alone in a club isnât thinkinâ âbout her well-being at all.â His gaze is intense and unwavering as he stares at you over his glass rim. âSorry to break it to ya, babe.âÂ
Babe? Sweetheart? What the fuck is going on here? âŠ.And why are you so okay with it? Youâre so wrapped up in decoding this situation when suddenly, the couple leave their post and come to sit with you in the hammock. Gently, they both climb in and sandwich you between them, their tree-trunk legs dangling off of the side with you.Â
âSo why not spend the night with two guys who actually want your attention?â Bakugou asks, his lips just a little too close to your ear. You suddenly lose the ability to function like a human being. âW-What?â you stammer, turning to the blonde. âWhat do youââÂ
âYou know what I mean,â he interjects. âCan you really sit here and act like you donât want us too?â One of his hands lays on your knee, making your skin tingle.Â
âWeâve been watchinâ you for awhile now,â Kiri confesses, his hand brushing your fingertips. âIt wasnât our intention to ever do anything with another person on this trip, but when we saw you at the poolâŠâ He pauses, taking a breath. âShit, Y/N, our want for you was instant.â Your pussy gushes at his sinful confession, leaving your thighs trembling. Â
âAnd when we found out your bitch ass husband left you alone here?â Bakugouâs lips stretch into a smile, his eyes mischievous. âIt was a wrap.â You canât believe what youâre hearing. Out of anyone else in here, these two happily married men want you tonight?Â
âWe donât have to do anything youâre not comfortable with,â Kiri gently says, taking your silence for discomfort. âIf intimacy isnât on the table for you, we can just stay here, share some drinks, and danceâŠor if you really feel uncomfortable, just tell us and weâll leave you be. Your comfort matters to us, Y/N.â
This man barely knows you and he is showing you more consideration than your husband has in months. Bakugouâs lips brush against your ear, the smell of mint and rum on his tongue. âEither way, we wanna make your husband regret ever leaving you here alone tonight,â he murmurs. âSo whatâs it gonna be, little one?â
Little one. How did he know that name makes you wet?
You have never been hornier than you are right now sitting between these two studs. The tequila and rum youâve consumed over the hour helps too. It helps you make the first move by turning towards Kiri, cupping his face in his hands, and pressing your lips to his. He makes a small noise of surprise before he melts into your kiss, his soft lips moving against yours. âMmm,â he hums against your lips, the sound seducing you.Â
When you pull away, his crimson eyes are dazed and hooded. You then turn to Bakugou who watches with bated breath. âYou get one too, Dynamight,â you giggle before your lips are crushed against his. Just like his hubby, Bakugouâs kiss causes sparks to ignite in the air and your arousal to switch to hyperdrive. The yearning you feel for these two is instantaneous and intense.
When you pull away, you take their hands in both of yours and interlace your fingers. âSo I guess itâs your room then, boys?â you seductively ask, peering up at them through your lashes.Â
Somehow, moments later, you find yourself in between the two married pros on a big bed, stark naked and their big, hard, throbbing, pretty cocks stiff in your hands as you stroke them up and down, up and down. You keep your dress on, but your straps were tugged off by Bakugou to expose your tits while Kiri stripped off your heels, blushing as he told you how pretty your feet were.Â
You pay close attention to their luscious moans and responsive hums of pleasure as your hands, slick with your saliva, twist around the base as you scale them up to their bulbous tips dripping in pre all for you. You take a couple licks at the white pearls, smiling as their moans grow louder at the feeling of your tongue on them. They felt your tongue minutes before once they stripped, letting you indulge in every rippling muscle they had.Â
When they finally took off their pants, you were amazed. While both big and veiny, they have their differences too: Bakugou is smooth and curves upward while Kiri is thick, has a happy trail, and has a dick piercing. You gaped at both of them while the two softly chuckled, finding your reaction endearing.
âIâm guessinâ your man is lackinâ in this department?â Bakugou asked, his hand curling in your braids. Staring at the cock in your face, you silently nodded. Severely, your husband was lacking.
Tap-tap.
Bakugou tapped his tip slightly against your lips, his hooded eyes exploding with lust. âWell? You just gonna stare or take care of âem?â Kiri bit his lip and watched, silently urging you to do as you wanted to his dick.Â
You do just that, sliding Bakugouâs hard cock into your mouth while you continue to stroke Kiri, loving their eyes on you as you take the blonde deeper, hollowing your cheeks. You raise your eyes to him, watching his handsome face flush red as he watches you throat him, his hips slowly grinding to push himself deeper. âAh, shit,â he sighs, his eyes sexily rolling back to show the whites and red tendrils of his eyeballs. Â
Kiri toothily grins at his husband fucking your mouth, still slowly fucking your hand. âFeelinâ good, Kats?â he chuckles. âMe too. Sheâs beinâ such a good girl, isnât she?â He sticks two fingers under your chin to catch the drool that has begun to drip down from your lips and sucks your saliva off of them, staring straight at you as he does.Â
âAlmost,â Bakugou replies, laughing to himself. âShe needs to take this dick a little more.â So he speeds up, increasing his speed so the sounds of you gagging and your wet throat flexing around his cock are more intense and lively, causing him to groan.
âOpen wide, baby,â he grunts. âOpen that throat up for me.â Youâre feeling good and used now as he begins to fuck your face, ruining your lip gloss and staining your cheeks with mascara.Â
âGod, yes, baby!â he groans. âDeeper. Take me deeper.â
You donât know how much deeper he can go. Your eyes sting with tears as you feel your throat protest against being filled, causing you to gag more. But you push through, breathing through your nostrils and letting the pro fuck your jaw off of its hinges, your spit dripping down to your tits from your chin.Â
âDonât make her choke now, Kats,â Kiri says, though his cock throbs in your palm at the sight of you gagging on husbandâs dick. âI still need my turn.â Bakugou huffs with irritation, but slides out, letting you suck in some air. âFine; just donât hog her. Thatâll piss me off.âÂ
Then itâs Kiriâs turn. He is thicker than Bakugou so when he slides into your mouth, you feel it. The wet walls to your throat stretch around him as he slides in deeper, causing you to open your throat as if you are preparing to yawn to accommodate him.
The redhead tilts his head back and moans to the ceiling, his big hand gripping the back of your head. âOh, fuck!â he moans, pumping his hips forward and back, fucking your throat as if it were a toy.Â
You feel absolutely, positively used. You feel like the sluttiest woman who has ever walked the earth. And you love every second of it. Bakugou smiles sinfully as he watches you deepthroat Kiri, making his husband moan and whimper as your throat constricts and flexes around hum.
âI knew youâd be good at this, cutie,â he groans. He pulls you off of Kiri to look deep into his eyes. âYouâre just our type too: pretty and eager.âÂ
His lips crash against yours and his tongue slips into your mouth, never mind that you just sucked two cocks. He kisses you passionately and eagerly, relishing and swallowing the muffled moans you make. And then heâs taking Kiriâs cock and sliding it back into your mouth for you, using his hand to push you down on his husbandâs shaft.Â
âAnd very small,â Kiri adds, chuckling through panted breath. âSmall enough to pick up and put in any position you wanna get fucked in tonight.â He peers down at you through red slits for his eyes as you throat his cock, sucking and glucking as if it is your profession, spit and pre placing your lipgloss.Â
âWould you like that, baby?â he murmurs. You peer up at him through your lashes, feeling heat pool between your thighs. âMmm-hmm,â you hum around his cock.Â
Bakugou snatches you away and replaces Kiriâs dick with his, fucking your mouth once more. Your eyes roll back as his cock slides against your throat, filling it, taking it for his own. âOh, fuck, yes,â he groans, his fist full of your braids. âTake it, baby. You take it so fuckinâ good.â
His muscles tense as he pistons into your mouth as he would a fleshlight or Kiriâs ass, his balls full of cum and slapping slightly against your chin.Â
You feel Kiriâs big palm on your ass, stroking it over your dress. âYouâre still wearinâ too much,â he growls, squeezing a handful of your ass. Bakugou watches with interest, loving how you look arching your back as you suck him dry. âNot a bad view,â he hums. ââSpecially from this angle.âÂ
SMACK!Â
Your body flinches and you moan around the cock in your mouth as you feel a sting from Bakugouâs assault on your asscheeks. Kiriâs thick fingers curl under your chin, forcing you to stare up at his handsome, flushed face. âLook up at me, cutie pie. Show me those pretty eyes while you suck my husbandâs fat dick.âÂ
SMACK!
Bakugou smacks your ass hard again, definitely using some of his quirk because of the sharp zap you feel licking across your skin despite the fabric of your dress. âArch that back a little more, babe,â he gently coos despite rudely fucking your throat. âI wanna see that pussy while you suck me off.âÂ
He pulls the hem of your dress up to reveal the thong settled between your asscheeks..and currently being eaten up by your pussy, wet pussy. Kiri practically drools at the sight, grabbing your ass at the same time Bakugou does.
âA thong?â he tuts. âWhat a slut weâve got, Kats.â Bakugou growls in agreement, palming the soft globes of your butt. âBetcha wore this hopinâ youâd get fucked by another man tonight,â he growls. âOr maybe by us.âÂ
SMACK!Â
âAm I right?â he asks. You feel your asscheeks recoil against his palm, the zap of electricity from his sweaty palm making your senses fire up.
âY-Yes!â you whimper out. Despite the pain, there is pleasure mixed in the stinging sensation, causing your clit to throb against the slick, sticky fabric of your thong stuck against your pussy lips.Â
SMACK!Â
This time, Kiri does it and he hits very hard. You wouldnât be shocked if he left a handprint. âSorry, little one,â he chuckles. âI just couldnât resist you anymore.â
He continues to spank your ass, lighting fire across your cheeks and possibly using his quirk too to make his hand a lot rougher. Bakugou slips his cock out and feeds you Kiriâs instead, his dick throbbing and twitching as his husband roughly fucks your mouth this time around.Â
You feel his sneaky fingers wrap around the thin waistband of your thong, pulling it so it rubs against your needy slit. âSuch a little minx,â he continues as he toys with your thong. âWantinâ to get fucked by total strangers.âÂ
SNAP!Â
He snaps the thin string back into place like a rubber band, making you jump from the slight sting as it hits your skin. âShit, look at how wet she is!â Kiri groans. âItâs drippinâ all down these thighs.â He and Bakugou stare at the slick staining your inner thighs which you didnât realize either. Youâve never been this wet before.Â
âAll of this just for a couple of spanks on that ass and dick in your mouth?â Bakugou chuckles, thoughtfully stroking your asscheeks. âYeah, weâre definitely not lettinâ you go back to that dickhead now.âÂ
Kiri pulls his cock out of your wet mouth, causing a string of spit to connect from his tip to your bottom lip. âYouâre stuck with us tonight, baby,â he says, his voice low and sultry. âAnd maybe for the next six days too.â
He lays you back on the bed, dangling your legs off of the edge as he and Bakugou kneel before you. Their eyes glint at you like twin moons, hot with lust. âNow let us show you what we do to pretty pussies like yours.âÂ
Somehow, you find yourself on your back with the entire room spinning and swirling as the married couple proceed to share your pussy like it is their last meal on their vacation. Sometimes they share, both of their tongues and soft lips sucking, slurping, licking, and caressing every inch of your sensitive, sopping wet cunt. They alternate between each other too, both of them individually eating you out too.Â
Kiri is a whole munch, diving deep into the wet depths of your pussy, moaning about how good and sweet you taste. His crimson eyes lock dead on you, paying attention to the way you respond to his tongue flicks and swirls. Your husband has NEVER eaten you out like this: so eagerly and sloppily yet still considering your pleasure and what you need.
You writhe and squirm against Kiriâs mouth, gripping his red locks for dear life. âO-Oh, shit!â you moan. âOh, fuck yes, yes, yes! Thatâs s-so, so good!âÂ
The redhead hums in amusement, tearing the lips on his face away from your wet, puffy ones below with a wet pop! âSuch a squirmer,â he cackles, his big hands squeezing the flesh where your thighs meet your ass.
Bakugou, who has begun to fist his leaking, hard cock, has his sights set dead on your pussy. âHold her down. Sheâs not gonna do shit when Iâm tongue fuckinâ that pussy.âÂ
The blonde is a little rougher and more possessive than Kiri, but still eager to slurp up everything you give him. He holds one of your thighs, pressing one leg open while Kiri has the other, the both of them working together to ensure that you canât move as Bakugou eats your pussy with abandon.
You cry and sob at his tongue lashings, the cold metal of his tongue piercing melting like ice cream against the soaking, hot walls of your pussy.Â
You feel another tongue caressing the other hole you have down below, the wetness of his spit slipping down your asscrack. âMmm, fuck, Kiri,â you whine. The redhead grins against your asscheeks, one hand massaging the globes while he wiggles his tongue against your asshole.
âYeah?â he teases. âYou like gettinâ this ass eaten too?â You whimper as Bakugou sucks on your clit at the same time Kiri presses an open-mouthed kiss to your asshole. âLittle slut,â he whispers before his tongue is rimming the tight hole of your ass.Â
Your eyes widen and your mouth falls slack. You have never had anyone eat your ass before, but this was something you discussed with the couple before coming in here. During the walk back to their room, you discussed all the things you want to try and enjoy in the bedroom, including the possibility of anal sexâsomething your husband wouldnât dare to discuss.Â
âHey,â Bakugou suddenly growls, nipping at your inner thigh with his teeth. âDonât neglect me. Iâm the one puttinâ in work down here too.âÂ
SMACK!Â
You shriek, damn near cumming as his palm comes down on your clit, a zap of electricity making your toes curl and your thighs buckle. âI-Iâm sorry!â you sob. âI wonât do it again, Daddy, I promise!â
His vermillion eyes glare at you as he smirks, cocky and proud. âDamn right, you wonât; not if you wanna cumâŠand you do wanna cum, donât you, little one?â he murmurs before taking your clit into his mouth and gently sucking on the nub.Â
He and Kiri continue to slurp at your holes, their saliva dripping down your thighs and your asscrack, soaking you and making your holes even more lubricated. It helps for their tongues to dip in and fuck you, causing your moans to grow louder, so loud that youâre sure that the entire resort can hear you. You dig your hands in their hair and grip their scalps as you feel yourself peaking, your orgasm cresting so much that your back arches.Â
âOh, my God, Iâm gonna cum!â you wail out. âIâm gonnaâŠIâm gonna fuckingâŠ!â
The two men lick faster, their tongues and lips encouraging you to spill your cum all over them. In a split second, you do and you nearly scream to the heavens as the pleasure engulfs you, washing you away on a wave. The couple moan and growl in appreciation as you spill your cream all over their tongues; they lick away, cleaning up every inch of you. The cum that spills down your asscrack, Kiri catches, feral grunts escaping him.Â
When you are finally twitching and whimpering, the two stop, their lips coated in your juices. You watch in awe as they begin to kiss in front of you, mashing their lips together in a sloppy kiss. You could cum again just by looking at them.
âLetâs give this hole a break now,â Kiri suggests, his smile mischievous and lustful. One finger rims your asshole, making you flinch at the sensitivity. âI think this one here needs some more playinâ with.â
He turns to Bakugou, puckering his lips at him. âGet the lube for us, wonât you, hubby?â he teases.
Minutes later, after Bakugou grabs a travel bottle of warming, edible lube from the nightstand, you are turned over and bent over the bed, your ass sticking in the air and gripping the sheets as one of Bakugouâs thick fingers gently probes your ass. âOh!â you gasp, your eyes rolling behind your head. âAh, fuck!âÂ
âDoes it hurt?â Bakugou asks. You whimper, shaking your head into the bed, but he thoughtfully strokes your ass, envoking a response from you. âAnswer me, little one. Gotta know youâre okay.âÂ
âN-No,â you squeak. âJustâŠa lot.â It is a foreign feeling that is different from Kiriâs tongue, but the lube and copious amounts of spit that Kiri provided earlier help a lot. Bakugou slips his finger in a little more, taking in the way your body talks to him. âNice and slow, little one. Gotta make sure we donât hurt you.âÂ
Hurt isnât even a word in your vocab at this point. Your pussy is gushing like it hasnât before, slipping down your thighs as Bakugou slowly fucks your ass with his finger, opening you up more and more. âFuck, youâre so tight here,â he grunts. âIâve been watchinâ this ass all night. Just wanna fuck you here.âÂ
SMACK!Â
He gives your ass a playful slap that has you singing and crooning like a songbird into the sheets stained in your makeup. âStretch you out the way you need to be,â he murmurs with want, his cock throbbing and pulsing with need between his thighs. Kiri wraps a hand around his husbandâs cock and slowly begins stroking him while he brings his lips over to your pussy.Â
âBut donât worry, cutie; weâll fuck you here too. Canât neglect her, now, can we?â He puckers his lips and spits on your pussy before slurping it back up, stimulating your kitty while Bakugou continues to fuck the puckered hole of your ass. âFuck, look at you,â he rasps. âLittle vixen is gettinâ wetter from this.â
Kiri hums in agreement, your cream and his spit sliding down his chin.
âAll it takes is some fingers in your pretty little asshole, donât it?â the blonde asks before he adds his tongue into the mix, licking around your hole as he continues to probe the tight hole with his finger.Â
âOh, fuck!â you whimper. âPlease! More!â Bakugou laughs, taken aback. âMore?â he parrots, grinning. âWhat, you want these dicks now? Is that it? Are these fingers and tongues not enough for some slutty holes like yours?âÂ
You canât help it; his dirty words coax your body to move on its own and you toss yourself back into Bakugouâs finger, taking the digit fully in your ass. âThatâs a good girl, little one,â Kiri murmurs, his tongue swirling around your clit. âFuck yourself on Katsukiâs finger. Make yourself cum again.âÂ
And you do. The stimulation and the warming lube are too much, making every part of your body sensitive to the touch. âH-Ha, o-oh, m-m-my G-God!â you stutter, your hips bucking like a bullâs. âI-Iâm gonna cum again!âÂ
âOh, yeah?â Kiri laughs against your pussy. âDo it, cutie. Cum for us again. Make that pretty hole cum for us.â He and Bakugou continue to lick, grunting and moaning into your holes, pushing you further to the edge.Â
But instead of that warmth in your core, you feel a tickle in your bladder and you realize with horror what is happening. âWait, you guys!â you shout in a warning. âWait, I donât thinkâŠIâm gonna pee! Stop!â
But they donât and unfortunately for you, liquid squirts and spills wildly from your pussy and into Kiriâs mouth. He sputters in shock though he doesnât pull away, slurping up every ounce of you.Â
âShit, she squirted!â Bakugou gasps, laughing in disbelief at the scene. âIâm guessinâ her man never made her do that,â he cackles. He dives down and licks some up for himself, moaning in appreciation and satisfaction at your taste. âThereâs plenty more where that came from.âÂ
You donât even know what âmoreâ looks like for you. You think squirting when youâve never before just about takes the cake, but as the two men climb up on the bed with you, you know that this is not the case for them.Â
Kiri gently rubs your back, placing his palm at the middle of your spine as you huff and puff, exhausted. âTuckered out, little baby?â he coos. Wordlessly, you shake your head. Despite your exhaustion, your need for their cocks is more. âNo?â he chuckles. âEven after all that, you still want us?âÂ
âOh, baby, weâre gonna have some fun with you,â Bakugou groans. He hikes you up with ease, sitting you down in his lap, his hard cock throbbing against your tummy. âTell us you want us to fuck you,â he demands, his eyes drilling hard into yours.Â
Your response is automatic, your want ignited. âI want you to fuck me,â you reply. âWant you both inside me. Need you both to fill me up and make each other cum.â You wrap a hand around both of them, earning wanton groans in response to your touch. âPlease, Daddies?â you beg.Â
That plea and your doe-like, brown eyes peering up at them lead to you straddling Kiriâs lap while his thick cock slides against your slit, nudging your clit and making you slippery enough to slide down his shaft. The big, beefy redhead leans back against the headboard, his big hands massaging your ass while you straddle his thighs, grinding your pussy against the shaft of his throbbing dick. âYou feel so good, Kiri,â you moan, gripping his shoulders.Â
The redhead jerkingly nods in agreement, biting his lip at the feeling. âYou do too. Easy now, cutie. Iâm bigger than your husband, so take all the time that youââÂ
Evidently, you already had enough time because youâre suddenly sliding your dripping pussy down on him. You both loudly moan at the explosive pleasure, your gummy walls tight and silky around his velvety, pulsing cock. âThat was easy,â Bakugou chuckles. âCock slut couldnât wait to take you.â He is on his knees behind you, rutting his cock up against your asshole.Â
You feel tears prick your eyes, making them glassy and wet as you bring yourself up and down on Kiriâs thick cock, whimpers and sobs leaving your sticky lips. âOh, fuck, Kiri!â you sob. âYouâre so fucking big! Youâre stretching me out so good!â
You can feel itâeverytime you come down, you somehow feel yourself stretching more. Despite your husbandâs nice penis, he could never make you feel this needy. This desperate to take more.Â
Bakugou presses a kiss to your shoulder, his pre-cum staining your asscheeks. âSlowly, baby. Thereâs no rush for this. Iâm lettinâ you use my man, so be grateful.âÂ
You bite your trembling lip, doing your best to go slow. âI-I am,â you whimper. âThank you!â The blonde groans at your sweetness, his tip nudging your asshole.Â
Kiri watches your bouncing tits as you come up and down on his cock like a little bunny, his face flushed red and his eyes crimson slits. âSuch a little sweetheart,â he groans. âAnd such a sweet little pussy too, f-f-fuck!â He grips your ass tighter, drawing you to him.
âRide me, angel,â he begs, staring up at you. âPlease bounce on my cock. Keep usinâ that dick like a toy, little one. Use me.âÂ
You do as youâre told and begin bouncing a little faster on him, creating an orgasmic rhythm that takes you both to paradise. You dig your nails into Kiriâs shoulders, damn near breaking skin, but he doesnât care. Not when your cunt is this good.
âGuess you ainât the only slut here,â Bakugou chuckles. âDoes she feel good, Eji?â The redhead whimpers in reply, his fangs digging into his bottom lip. âWords,â the blonde growls.Â
âY-Yeah!â Kiri grunts out. âSo good!â Bakugou hums in enjoyment and satisfaction, tucking his hand between you to rub Kiriâs heavy balls. âThen fuck her back. Donât make her do all the work.â Kiri does as he is told, raising his hips to meet you as you come down, plunging his cock deeper inside of you.Â
As he does this, Bakugouâs tip passes the threshold of your ass a bit, making you gasp. âIâm gonna go in now, baby,â he warns. âJust relax. You feel nice and loose now. Itâs fuckinâ gapinâ for me.â You can feel it, the walls of your ass nice and stretched, the cool air making you shiver.Â
âFuck, thatâs hot!â Kiri groans. âSheâs stretched out here too.â And heâs rightâyou are so stretched open by his cock that he has no problem fucking you dumb, sliding you up and down, up and down, along his cock slick with your juices and his pre-cum.Â
âYou ready, baby girl?â Bakugou whispers, his lips toying with your ear. âJust tap my thigh if you need me to stop. That goes for shitty hair too.â It takes a moment to find your words, but you do despite your head dizzy with pleasure. You turn to hook an arm around his head, pulling him closer. âYes, sir,â you mewl.Â
âJust the tip,â he grunts before he slides the rest of the way in, pushing past the rim of your ass. He grunts in pleasure as a strange howl escapes you, making you feel like a totally different person. A stranger. A slut who likes getting fucked by two fat cocks in both of her holes.Â
âOh, my God!â you wail, your head falling against Kiriâs chest. Bakugou slides the tip out an inch and goes back in, repeating this action for a couple of minutes, allowing your hole to grow familiar with his cock. âEasy; just fuck me back slowly. Take your time. Gotta make sure you can take all this dick.âÂ
The two of them begin to fuck you in unison, Kiri slowing down to match Bakugouâs tempo and not overwhelm you. Their luscious moans and feral grunts fill the bedroom smelling of sex, lube, and mingled cologne and body mist, their sweet whispers of âyouâre doinâ so good, little oneâ and âsuch a good fuckinâ slut for usâ making your body tingle with need.Â
At some point, the slow fucking flies out the window and Kiri begins to rut up into you, his hips slamming up against yours. Bakugou chuckles, still rolling his hips slow and easy as he fucks your asshole. âSo much for nice and slow. Youâre fucking her like you wanna nut, shitty hair.âÂ
âCanât help it,â the redhead grunts. âShe feels so perfect!â His balls, soaked in your juices, slap against your clit as he pounds up into you, grunting with each thrust. âGoddammit,â Bakugou hisses, âif you keep poundinâ her like that, youâll make me wanna speed up too.â His balls stimulate you too, your needy button nearly exploding from the pleasure.Â
âGo ahead,â you beg. âFuck me faster! Please!â The couple stare at you in astonishment, slightly pausing to regard you in shock. âFaster?â they ask in unison.
You nod, pressing your face into Kiriâs shoulder. You donât want them to see your faceâyou know you look a hot ass mess. Bakugou gives your ass a smack, chuckling as he does. âYouâve got it, little one. Just donât run from us.âÂ
For the next blissful minutesâor hours?â, the couple fuck your holes in unison, their cocks frotting and rubbing against one another, making them moan, grunt, and whimper into your ear. You bounce pathetically on their dicks, forced to take all of it as you whimper and sob, tears threatening to drip down your cheeks stained with ruined mascara and foundation. You have never felt this good before.Â
Brrring! Brrrring!Â
Your eyes open, your vision blurry, and you look down at the nightstand where your purse is. âMy phone!â you whine.
Kiri yanks your purse open and takes your phone out, looking at the caller ID. âOh, itâs the man of the hour!â he jokes. He grins toothily at you, flashing you your phone screen. âYour husbandâs calling, baby.âÂ
âOh, shit,â you think. What time even is it? How long have you been here? He must think youâve been kidnapped or something!Â
âAnswer it,â Bakugou grunts. âPut it on speaker.âÂ
âW-Wait!â you protest, but itâs too late. Kiri answers the phone and continues to fuck you as he stares, his breath coming out in short pants. âHelloooo? Bakugou residence.âÂ
You clap a hand over your mouth to muffle your pathetic, slutty moans as the two men fuck you stupid, Bakugou yanking on your braids while Kiri rubs your clit. âWho are you?â your husband demands. âWhereâs Y/N? This is her number, isnât it?âÂ
Kiri smirks at you. âOh, it is, but Y/N canât come to the phone right now. Sheâs too busy gettinâ her brains fucked outâsomething you canât and wonât do.âÂ
Bakugou tears your hand off of your mouth, forcing those loud moans and whines to escape you, exposing the truth to your husband about his dirty little wife. âY/N, answer me!â he shouts.
You do so, moaning Bakugouâs name as his cock fills your ass. Your husband grows enraged, screaming belligerently. âYou bitch! How could you do this to me?! Iâm your husband!âÂ
Bakugou snatches the phone from Kiri, giving your husband a piece of his mind now. âThen you shouldâve thought about that before actinâ like a damn loser,â he growls. âNow shut the fuck up and stop ruininâ my fun with your wife. It ainât our fault youâre gettinâ cucked.âÂ
He then hangs up before your husband can reply and ruts into you faster alongside Kiri, their thrusts intense and merciful, making the bed shake beneath them. With their dick-alicious dicks and the saucy excitement of your husband hearing you get fucked, you canât help but feel another orgasm coming on. âMâgonna cum again!â you whimper. âIâm so close!âÂ
âCum with me,â Kiri demands, his dick jackhammering into you as you frantically rub your clit. âCum on that dick, little one. Itâs all fucking yours!âÂ
Bakugou is close too judging by how his cock pulses in your ass and his fingers dig into the flesh of your buttcheeks. âThaaatâs it,â he coos through gritted teeth. âThatâs my girl lettinâ me fuck that drippinâ little hole.âÂ
It doesnât take long for all three of you to cum together, the coupleâs thrusts stilling for a moment as they fill you to the brim with their spunk.
You moan loudly, so loud that it bounces off of the bedroom walls, as your holes clench around their cocks and your pussy spasms, spilling your honey all over Kiriâs thick, beautiful cock. Your eyelashes flutter and your muscles clench, your intense nut sending you through the stars and across the galaxy.Â
When the high fades and you go limp, the couple gently pry you off of their cocks and lay you down on your back. Like a rag doll, your body is limp and loose, allowing Bakugou to hook your legs up to expose your ass. âStay there,â he grunts. âStay right fuckinâ there. I wanna cum all over that ass.âÂ
Kiri kneels over you, his semi-hard cock hanging in your face. âIâve still got some for these pretty titties too. I want your bitch ass husband to smell us when you go back to your hotel room, cutie~âÂ
The two fuck their cocks with their hands, sending spurts of cum all over your tits and ass. You gasp at the warm droplets coating your skin, already drying. Then the couple pull you up onto your knees, holding their cocks out for you. They are coated in cum, slick and juicy. âClean us off, naughty girl,â Bakugou gruffly demands. âYou caused it, so itâs your responsibility.âÂ
You do as told, kitten-licking and slurping up the taste of your holes and their cum from their cocks, relishing the soft moans and hushed swears as you do. Once you finish, the two gently lay you on your back and lick you clean too, being extra gentle with your pussy and putting a soft pillow under your sore ass. Your entire body feels sore, but deliciously so.Â
The pros then lay side by side with you between them, Bakugou on your right while Kiri takes your left. The redhead snuggles into your backside, his hair tickling your face.
âYou were amazing, sweetheart. You definitely made this trip unforgettable, thatâs for sure!â He wraps his big arms around you, encasing you in a warm, sweaty embrace.Â
Exhaustion makes your brain foggy and you can barely focus on what he is saying to you. âMmm-hmm,â you sleepily agree.Â
Bakugou tsks, wrapping an arm around your neck, allowing his arm to be your pillow. âSuch a baby,â he huffs. âClose your eyes. Donât fight it if ya need to sleep.âÂ
In your blissed out, sleepy state, you ask the question, âSo I can spend the night?âÂ
The blonde once again tsks, scowling down at you. âWhat kinda stupid question is that? Why else would we be cuddlinâ your ass?â He presses a kiss to the crown of your forehead, making your skin flush with warmth.Â
Kiri chuckles behind you, becoming the big spoon as he squeezes you between himself and Bakugou, protecting you from the darkness and tomorrow. âThatâs a yes. You could even stay the entire trip if you wanted to, cutie.âÂ
He too kisses you, pressing one softly against your cheek. âAnd Musutafuâs only a plane ride away,â he adds. âAnythingâs possible, baby.âÂ
You sleepily smile into Bakugouâs chest, feeling his heart beat against your cheek. That all sounds so nice. The three of you? Together? They, your sexy boyfriends and you, their pretty little girlfriend? It sounds so perfectâŠÂ
Yet so unpredictable. Tomorrow is only a sunrise away and the future is uncertain. You know eventually, you will have to go back to your hotel room and face your husband. Face your problems. Face the inevitable crash and burn of your marriage. You know that you will have to return home soon and figure things out from there.Â
Everything feels unsure right now, but one thing in your mind that remains as you fall off to sleep is for sure: youâre getting a divorce.Â
đŽPairing: Married!Poly!KiriBaku x Married!ReaderÂ
đŽSynopsis: When you decide to take a vacation to an island resort with your husband, you think that this is the perfect opportunity to rekindle the lost spark and romance in your relationship. But when your hubby doesnât exceed your expectations, or even attempt to fulfill them, you start to think that this was a horrible ideaâŠuntil you meet the sexy celebrity married couple at the pool who are interested in getting to know you on a more personal level and showing you the wonderful vacation that your husband wonâtâŠand canât.
đŽWarnings: 18+ (MDNI); Reader is Black and Fem; Pro!KiriBaku (Late 20s-30s); Cheating/Infidelity; Baecation; Strangers to Lovers; Alcohol Use; Drunk SĂ«x (but still consensual); Threesome; Dual Blowjob; Dual Cunnilingus/Analingus; Anal Play; Gaping; Double Penetration; PIV; Anal Sex; Hubby Calls While Y'all Fucking teehee; Slutification; Cock Drunk!Reader; Pussy Drunk!Kiribaku; Creampie/Analpie; Aftercare; Dom!Kiribaku x sub!Reader; Reader Cums 3x
đŽWord Count: 12.9k
đŽDisclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
đŽWriter's Note: I got this little idea after I came back from a cruise vacation & thought about getting dicked down the whole time lmaoo. This fic came out last summer & I wanted to revise it for the new summer era! I hope y'all enjoy it! <3 -love, Jazz
đŽCredits: Kiribaku Fan art credit goes to syrinide! Follow them on Twitter HERE! Dividers made by @feldiesgraphics & @dollywons!
You thought that experiencing sex on vacation would be a lot hotter.
You thought that smelling the sea breeze and hearing the call of seagulls would make for a sexy ambience to ignite that spark.Â
But lying beneath your panting, sweating husband as he ruts into you from behind doesnât make even the least bit of your pussy twitch. While the foreplay started off good, it started during a moment where you were just chilling, reading a book, kind of hungry, and not in the mood for sexâŠbut of course, your husband canât read the room and is always thinking with his dick.Â
So when he proceeds to speed up and repeat that âoh, yeah, oh, yeahâ mantra that he does when he gets close, you lie there on your tummy and let it happen, just letting him enjoy it.
You feel like you owe him this. After all, you did take him away from his job and responsibilities as a businessman for a seven-day trip at a resort along the Caribbean sea. Maybe lackluster sex isnât too bad. Not like other things in your marriage.Â
And you are reminded of those things when you feel him pull out and spray his cum on your ass, stilling his hips and letting out a loud grunt as he grips your ass so tight that you wince with pain. When he finally lets out a sigh of relief, he stares down at you, a lazy smile on his face. âDid you cum?â he asks. You nod though you certainly didnât. But you are the dutiful wife, moaning when you should and pumping up his ego.Â
Satisfied, your hubby gives you a chaste kiss on the lips and rolls off of you, leaving you lying naked on the pristinely white sheets of your king-sized bed. You purposely ordered a suite for the two of you for this trip, complete with sofa bed, a vanity for your makeup, a mini-bar, and a balcony overlooking the beach. Perfect for a âbaectionâ with your man to get your marriage back on track and spend time togetherâŠor so you thought.Â
Once again, reality smacks you in the face when he moves to the edge of the bed naked, showing off his toned body. He truly is a beautiful specimen, but if any woman got him in the bedroom now, they would dumb his ass before he could bust a nut.
The sex while you were dating was quite good, but now? He barely takes the time to make you cum. One could argue that itâs because of his demanding career, but you always take the time to make him âarriveâ when you are intimate.Â
But him? Crickets. Not to mention no consideration for your pleasure, no care, and no spark. You canât remember the last time he even attempted to make you cum!
And thenâŠthere is the worse part. You turn over on your side as he slides on his robe. âYouâre not gonna cuddle?â you disappointedly ask. Your husband pulls a face like he doesnât believe youâre serious. âYou know I donât cuddle after sex, Y/N. Itâs nasty.âÂ
You scowl at him. He didnât used to be like this at all. He used to snuggle with you afterwards. Now after sex he is more concerned about cumming and then cleaning up, barely regarding you as his wife. âAnd cumming on my ass isnât?â you ask, your tone snipped. He pauses from tying his robe and grimaces. âWell, I was gonna ask if you wanted to join me, but not with that attitude.âÂ
You rise from your position and get under the covers, the cool sheets feeling like silk against your naked body. âIâm sorry, I justâŠwe never cuddle anymore. I thought this trip would change that.â
Your husband only sighs as if you pouring your heart out to him is more of an inconvenience to his shower than not. âWe can cuddle after my shower, Y/N. Donât be so impatient.âÂ
And then he is gone, disappearing into the bathroom and leaving you alone to feel hurt. And then that hurt stews into irritation. When you hear the water running, it steams just as your anger does.
You start to wonder what you did any of this for. Stressing over the best resorts and just to appease a husband who could care less about the waning romance in your marriage? Four years together, one year married, and all of it hanging on a thin thread because he refuses counseling, therapy, or to talk about your issues.Â
Your anger pushes you to rise from the prison of the bed, wipe your hubbyâs spunk off your ass with some tissues, and get dressed in your brand new bikini. It is a vibrant yellow that makes your brown skin pop and makes your ass look absolutely delectable. It is among one of the pieces of sexy vacation outfits that you brought along for this vacation. After dressing, you begin packing your beach bag, barely turning around when you hear the shower shut off and footsteps approach.Â
âHey, where ya goinâ?â your husband asks as if he didnât just reject you. You donât turn around as you toss sun tan oil and a romance book in your bag. âIâm going to the pool,â you snippily reply. âAlone.âÂ
Your husband is silent, watching you pack. âBut I thought we were gonna cuddle.â You scoff, finally turning to face him dripping wet in his towel. âWell, we couldâve, but you wanted to shower first after fucking me when I told you about three times that I wasnât in the mood.âÂ
You watch his face change from confusion to irritation. Yet another fight and youâve only been on this ship for a day! âSo now Iâm the bad guy now?â he scoffs. âYou always do this, Y/N. You always wanna twist shit around on me when you donât get your way!âÂ
You tilt your head at him, glaring daggers. âWhen I donât get my way?â you parrot, enraged.
You could smack him with the sunscreen youâre holding gripped in your hand. âAll I did was ask for a fucking snuggle with my husband who only shows me affection when heâs got his dick in me.âÂ
âThat isnât true!â he barks. You scoffingly laugh. âOh, itâs not? I had to beg you to come on this vacation just to try to re-spark our romanceâŠand you didnât even wanna do that!â
You had been planning your introduction to the idea for months, praying that he would agree. He only agreed when you mentioned that you would pay for it and all he had to do was take off for the week. Thank God for your high-paying job and you saving up money for this trip.Â
Your husband stands before you now, fuming and fumbling for something to say. You continue to pack until completion and grab your wedges and key card before putting on your sunglasses. âIâll be back up later,â you grumble. âDonât wait up.â And you leave him standing in his towel, shutting the hotel door behind you before venturing off to the pool for a cool dip and a cool drink.Â
Your pool time to decompress proves to be a good plan. Deciding that the pool is too crowded for your liking, you head to the adults-only area complete with two bars, hot tubs, and ocean views galore. You go to the bar to order yourself a pretty and strong cocktail to take the last ten minutes out of your head.
As you sip on your drink with its pineapple and orange wedges on the glass, your phone rings in your bag. You fish it out, grinning as your friendâs name flashes across the screen. Thank God for the wi-fi package. âHeeeey, babes!â she shouts when you answer. Hearing her voice makes you homesick instantly. âHey, babes,â you greet. âGod, am I happy to hear from you.âÂ
âI guess the plan isnât going well,â she replies. âI was gonna ask how your trip is.âÂ
You cross your legs on the stool, showing off your legs and skin glowing with sun tan oil for all to see. âOh, Iâm loving it, but not being in the same room with a man who wonât even cuddle me after fucking me.â You have admitted some things to your friend about your romance issues in your marriage, but not this.Â
âDaaamn, itâs like that?!â she gasps. âGirl, you should've been divorced that loser! I donât know why youâre even bothering with this BS. Youâve only been married for a year!âÂ
âUntil you canât anymore,â a little voice in your head remarks. âAnd maybe youâve reached that limit.â You wipe the thought away with another sip of your cocktail, your tastebuds exploding with the taste of rum and guava fruit.Â
âYes, but why bother if youâre not happy?â your friend asks. âI mean, are you doing any of this because of you or him?âÂ
You stop short, thinking about this. Is any of this for you anymore? What about your happiness? Your feelings? âThis is for both of us,â you finally reply. âI canât go on like this anymore. No touching, kissing, or romanceâŠâÂ
Lately, itâs been happening more since your husbandâs promotion as you expressed to your friend months before. The dates have been dwindling, the connection is fading, and the sex is less than enjoyable. You arenât happy, but you arenât willing to give up either.Â
âHowâs he been on the trip?â your friend asks. You use your straw to stir the ice around in your glass. âJust not paying much attention to me, drinking a lotâŠlooking at other women.â
You wince as your friend begins to explode with rage. âEXCUSE ME?!â she bellows. âOh, heeeell no! Youâre gonna have to get even, girl. If heâs gonna do what he wants on this trip, so will you.âÂ
âWhat does that mean?â you ask, not entirely sure you want to know the answer. She is happy to elaborate regardless: âIt means finding the hottest guy there and getting some vacay dick, no strings attached.âÂ
You nearly choke on the bit of pineapple wedge you bite into. âI canât cheat on my husband!â you hiss into the phone. âWhat kinda girl do you think I am?!âÂ
Your friend huffs in response. âFine, then just flirt. Y/N, this is about your enjoyment too! Youâre there for another six days, so why not make the most of it with an international stud?âÂ
You canât believe you're hearing this. You must have heatstroke. âYouâre insane,â you scoff. âI canât just pick some random guy andââ You cut yourself off reaching across the bar for a napkin only for your hand to brush against someone elseâs.Â
âOh, sorry!â you gasp. âI wasnât paying anyâŠ.â Your words immediately die when you catch a glimpse of the red-hot stud sitting next to you at the bar. Literally, his long hair is red-hot, cascading down to his broad shoulders and chest exposed through the few unbuttoned buttons to his Hawaiian top. He is a big guy, at least six-foot something and all muscle as he sits in the stool next to you, bigger than you even while sitting down.
Your eyes trail down to his red trunks hanging loosely from his muscular thighs and calves right down to his big feet in his open-toe slides. Your eyes lecherously slide back up to his beefy arms, one of them inked with a sleeve, and the sharp, toothy smile he gives you.Â
âDonât sweat it,â he replies, his crimson eyes kind, sparkling in the summer sun. âItâs my bad. I was actually gonna ask what drink that was.â You are so gobsmacked by this sexy stranger than you barely hear your friend screaming at you. âY/N?!â she screeches. âWho is that?! Is he hot?!âÂ
âGottagocallyoulaterloveyabye,â you say in a rush before hanging up. The red-hot stranger continues to smile, making you sweat more than the hot rays above. âU-Uh, itâs called a Sex On The Beach.âÂ
He laughs, the sound making your stomach curl. Even his laugh is sexy! âInteresting drink name,â he chuckles. âI heard they have a Cherry Popper and somethinâ called a Pink Pussy here too. Bakugou likes those.âÂ
âBakugou?â you question. He tuts, smacking himself on the forehead with a sheepish smile. âOh, sorry; my husband.âÂ
Your eyes glide down to the gold band on one of his thick ring fingers. Of course, heâs married. âOh,â you sigh, wilting in disappointmentâŠbut why? Youâre married! âIâll have to try those ones. My husband ainât a fan of cocktails like that; he calls them girly.âÂ
You may as well let the stranger know that youâre married too. Itâs only rightâŠright? âGirly or not, theyâre still hella good!â he laughs. âI know me and my man donât care. Iâm Kirishima, by the way.â He sticks one of his big, calloused, scarred hands out for a shake. You ignore the way your pulse jumps as your palm connects with his.Â
Kirishima? Where have you heard that name before? Suddenly, it clicks. âWait, are youââÂ
âRed Riot?â he chuckles. âJust donât blow my cover. I think the Hawaiian shirt is working.â You are shocked. Youâve never met a celebrity before, let alone a pro hero. Youâre not used to seeing him without his gear either!Â
âItâs a pleasure, Red Riot,â you whisper, once again shaking his hand. Itâs really just an excuse to feel his calloused palm gripped in yours again. âSo you guys are here on a much-needed vacation?â you ask, sipping on your drink.
âEmphasis on âmuch-neededâ,â he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. âPlus itâs our fifth year wedding anniversary and we wanted to celebrate. Weâve been together since our UA days.âÂ
High school sweethearts?! You could melt right here on your stool. âThatâs so sweet!â you coo, raising your glass to him. âWell, happy anniversary to the both of you.â The redheaded hunk smiles, blinding you. âWell, thank youâŠuhâŠâÂ
âY/N,â you introduce. âL/N.â The proâs raises his sexy, pierced brow in interest. âFull government?â he chuckles. âEjirou Kirishima then. My friends call meââÂ
âOi, shitty hair!â someone barks from the lounge chairs. âWhatâs the hold up?! You went to get drinks five minutes ago!â You turn your head to the rough nâ gruff-sounding voice, nearly dropping your drink at the sight of the platinum blonde stud standing before you.Â
He is ALL man, just as his husband is: big, tall, all muscle, and all tattoos. In opposition to his husband, Dynamight has two sleeves plus a large dragon tattoo snaking around his left slave. Its tail trails up to his orange swim trunks that match the black skull tank top he wears.Â
Despite the Raybans covering his eyes, you can tell his eyes are as intense as his handsome face etched in seriousness is. The sun glows against his blonde undercut and the piercings glinting in his ears. His plump bottom lip and brow are pierced as well, definitely exposing you for your fetish.Â
The redhead turns to you with a smirk. âItâs Kiri, actually,â he whispers. He then rises to greet his husband, smiling extra big. âSorry, babe; I got caught up talkinâ to my new friend here. Y/N, this is my husband Katsuki Bakugou.âÂ
When Bakugou finally stops in front of you, you have to use every ounce of energy to appear normal while sitting with the two mountain-sized pros while they stand over you. Bakugou takes his shades off, putting them on his forehead. Those vermillion eyes are like lasers, intensified by Bakugouâs brooding look your way. His stare is hotter than the damn sun and you lose your cool.Â
âN-Nice to meet you,â you stammer. You stick your hand out for a shake. Bakugou stares at it for a brief moment before he takes it in his inked hand. âLikewise. You tryinâ to steal my husband from me?â His expression is so steely that you nearly miss the quirk at the corner of his mouth.Â
âHeâs joking,â Kiri chuckles, nudging Bakugou in the arm. âDonât scare the poor lady! I was just telling Y/N here that weâre on our anniversary trip.â Bakugou rolls his eyes but his cheeks are flushed pink. âYa might as well tell it to everybody on this fuckinâ island.âÂ
Kiri laughs, pressing a kiss to his husbandâs cheek. âSo are you here on your own anniversary trip?â the redhead curiously asks. You mentioned your hubby.âÂ
âOh, uhâŠâ You freeze, thinking of something to answer with. âMaybe with friends?â Kiri adds. âFamily? Or a solo traveler? Which would be cool too!âÂ
âJesus, shitty hair, whatâs with the third degree?â Bakugou criticizes, glaring at his husband through his shades. The redhead goes red in the face, somehow making himself look sexier. âSorry. I mightâve had too much before this.âÂ
âIâm here with my husband,â you finally answer. âNothing too special.â You take a sip of your drink to cool yourself down and give yourself some liquid courage. Discussing your marriage woes with strangers isnât ideal for a starter convo for you, yet here you are. The couple look confused and quite perturbed at your statement. âWhat does that mean?â Bakugou asks, raising a pierced brow at you.Â
You shrug, feeling hot all over and the breeze from the ocean provides no comfort. You shouldnât have talked. âJust that itâs not an anniversary trip or a honeymoon. It was my idea for a vacation.â You almost say that the entire trip came out of your pocket as well. âWeâve been together for four years, married for one.âÂ
âWell, thatâs somethinâ to celebrate!â Kiri exclaims, obviously trying to lighten things up. âAnd if youâre thinkinâ up fun trips like this, he should feel lucky to have you.â The genuine nature of his tone and the kindness in his eyes nearly make you fold. âYou wouldnât be the first to think that,â you bashfully reply, âbut thank you.âÂ
Kiri looks like he wants to say more but a tray of shot glasses wedged with lime and filled with clear liquid stops him short. âShots on the house for the happy couple?â the bartender asks with a grin. When he motions to you with the tray, you realize with horror what heâs referring to. âO-Oh, weâre notââÂ
âDonât be so coy, honey,â Kiri laughs, giving you a wink. âThanks, sir! Weâd love free shots!â He takes the tray from the bartender with no problem and gives him a thankful grin. You stare at him, wondering what in the world just happened and if youâre possibly hallucinating. Bakugou nudges your hip with his, smirking. âDonât think nothinâ of it. You looked like you needed some tequila.âÂ
He passes you a shot, the strong aroma nearly singeing your nostril hairs. An open invitation. After all, how often do you find yourself drinking with celebrities? Let alone pro heroes? And it is a vacation. âI guess I do,â you giggle, taking the shot from his thick fingers. You ignore the way your stomach flip flops as your fingertips brush his. âCheers then!âÂ
Bakugouâs eyes are full of mirth and interest. âTo what?â he asks. You give him a secretive smile, placing a lime wedge in your mouth and sucking on it. You think the coupleâs eyes flitting down to your mouth is just a trick of the sun. âTo an unforgettable trip,â you respond.Â
Clink!Â
The three of you clink shots and down them in unison, laughing when Kiri coughs his lungs out. For the next fifteen minutes or so while Kiri orders cocktails for himself and Bakugou, you chat.Â
You learn about Musutafu, their home in Japan, is riddled with even more pro heroes than in the U.S.Â
You learn about Kiriâs love for spicy foods and Bakugouâs secret obsession with the manga seriesÂ
âA Sign of Affectionâ that you both gush over. You tell them about your job and daily life; your likes and dislikes; your relationship with your husband.Â
You notice the way Kiri keeps a hand on Bakugouâs knee while sitting to stop him from bouncing it so much. Your eyes catch the way Bakugouâs fingers toy with the hair at the nape of Kiriâs neck. Little things like this make you envious. Not just of them, but of the fact that you canât join in such PDA. Your husband would never hear of it.Â
By the time the convo comes to an end, you feel that buzz and rush of warmth from your drink and three tequila shots. And that recklessness that causes you to eye the coupleâs crotches too much.
You should lay down before you do something youâll regret. âYou two should probably head back to your seats,â you tell the couple. âThat family with the five kids looks awfully desperate for a chair.â You nod at the stressed-looking couple hollering at their kids to pick up their beach towels and stop fighting.Â
Bakugou grumbles something, already getting up to lay claim on their chairs. âWell, maybe weâll see you around again,â Kiri says with a smile. âMe and Bakugou are thinkinâ of going to Club Paradise. You should bring your man along.â You blink in confusion before your brain, fuzzy from the tequila and the couplesâ mixed cologne, realizes that he means the resortâs nightclub.Â
âOr just bring yourself,â Bakugou cuts in, not even caring how this suggestion sounds. âSounds like your man is a wet blanketâŠno offense.â He shrugs passively though he doesnât look like heâs that apologetic.
Youâre sure the tipsy details you provided to them about your hubby doesnât help: he doesnât dance, he hates going out, and heâs all about work. âItâs fine,â you chuckle. âHe might be interested, but weâll see. Iâll give it some thought.âÂ
âYou should,â Kiri replies, unintentionally flexing as he stretches. You do your best to not stare. âA good drink and a dance always helps toâŠease the tension.â Your ears perk at the way he says the last three words: seductive. Suggestive. A hot promise lying between the lines. If he meant it to come off this way, he succeeded because your body instantly responds.Â
âEspecially with good company, Iâm sure,â you say, shocking yourself by flirting back. Even more so with the way you stare straight at Kiri and Bakugou while you say it, memorizing their eye color for later. The two look like they want to say more to you, but they are interrupted by two pineapples being shoved at them.Â
âFor Mr. Kirishima?â the bartender calls. Their drinks are done which means they are leaving now. You feel a pang of disappointment, but it ebbs somewhat when Kiri shoots you a smile. âSee ya around, Y/N,â he says before walking off with his husband. As they leave, Bakugou turns back to look at you, his crimson eyes playing with you over the rim of his shades.Â
When you turn around to order a cool drink of water (because you desperately need it), your bikini bottoms feel sticky and youâre bothered. Extremely bothered. Especially when you sense that the couple is still eyeing you down from the back. Your nipples tingle beneath your bikini top and everything feels too stimulating. You havenât had any guy make you feel this horny in years, let alone your husband!Â
Maybe you will take your friendâs advice tonight. There is no shame in flirting and having a little fun that doesnât involve infidelity. Luckily for you, your husband has the same idea that the hot couple did: a night at Paradise.
When you go back upstairs for a shower and a nap, he peppers you in apologetic kisses. âI thought a lot about what you said earlier and I wanna make it up to you. Tonight will just be about you and me.â You believe him when he says this, trusting his wordâŠ.until you actually get there.Â
After a shower, a nap, and some dinner at the buffet, you dress in your vacation clubbing finest: a short, backless dress that ties at the neck and some strapped gold heels with your white toes out. You leave your braids down, spray some fruity body mist on your skin, slather your body in shimmery oil, and you feel delicious as you stare at yourself in the mirror.Â
You wonder, briefly, if the sexy couple you met earlier will think so too. Youâd be lying if you said you arenât looking forward to seeing them tonight if they come. Itâs the only thing worth staying for as you watch your drunk husband flirt with an Amazonian woman with the skin-tight dress, spray tan, and veneers right in your face. You canât even enjoy the beautiful, tropical ambience or the music because of how irritated you are.Â
First, your husband decided to pre-game by ordering a whiskey with dinner. Now heâs here barely spending time with you when you look like a whole snack and disrespecting you?! He wouldnât even be here if you didnât pay for the trip!
The woman gives a raucous laugh at something he says, her teeth reminding you of a camelâs. âI canât believe you live so close to me! Whatâs it like there? Are the guys as handsome as you?âÂ
Your husband grins, sloppy and proud. You decide youâve had enough and stroll up to them, putting a possessive hand on his shoulder. âYes, they are,â you reply to the irritated woman. You whip your husband around to face you, fixing his collar. âBabe, why donât we go get some drinks? Thereâs tons of cheap choices.âÂ
At the mention of more booze, he nods and goes into his shorts for his wallet. Then he pats himself down. Then he checks his phone. âShit, I left my card in the room,â he huffs. âWhy donât you get the drinks, babe? Youâve got your money, right?â You stare at him, your anger boiling like hot soup. âYou left your credit card upstairs?â you hiss.Â
âBut it was your idea to come here. Not mine.â Your husband begins to look around the room, concerned about other people but not you. âListen, letâs not do this here, especially in public. Just get us some drinks and we can discuss this later.â
He gives you a look like he isnât down with your âBSâ tonight and you quickly storm off, heading to the bar. You could leave him standing here if you wanted to. Then he can be concerned with what other people think.Â
You are so angry that you nearly miss someone calling your name from the end of the bar. You look and your heart flips at the sight of the sexy couple that have been invading your thoughts since your first meeting at the pool.
Both are wearing Hawaiian shirts in differing ways (Kiriâs is slightly unbuttoned at the chest while Bakugou keeps his open to expose his white wife beater underneath) and shorts that donât drag your attention to their dicks at all.Â
âHey, you made it!â Kiri announces, looking overjoyed to see you. Bakugou sits on a stool, a smirk playing on his juicy-looking lips. âSo she decided to show up. Whereâs your husband at?âÂ
He looks around the club glowing with pink and purple lights shaped like palm leaves.
âOh, chatting away with new friends,â you passively reply, so glad that you sprayed yourself with your favorite body mist. âSo nice to see you two again.â Bakugou shrugs, his eyes flitting across your form. âWell, we did say weâd be here.âÂ
âCorrection: I said we MIGHT show up,â Kiri states, earning an eye roll from his husband. âBut now that youâre here, Iâm glad we decided to come tonight. You look great.â His crimson eyes drink in your outfit and legs glowing with shimmery, gold oil, much to your satisfaction. âYou two donât look too bad yourselves,â you flirt, shooting them both a smile. âThe Hawaiian print fits you.âÂ
âBakugou hates it,â Kiri whispers, making you giggle. He raises a brow at you, curious. âSo your man sent you to get drinks? Or are you just that independent?âÂ
You can tell he is trying to joke with you, but knows that your answer is the latter. âBoth,â you sigh. âHeâs a little occupied right now, but he wanted us to come here tonight. Something we could both do together.âÂ
You resist the urge to roll your eyes. What a crock of shit. âAnd whereâs he at now?â Bakugou wonders aloud, still looking around the room. Why he wants to meet your spouse so badly is beyond you. âHe should be rightâŠâ
You turn, pointing an acrylic nail behind you at the spot where your husband was beforeâŠbut he is gone. Your stomach drops and you begin to look around the club at unfamiliar faces. He couldnât haveâŠhe wouldnâtâŠÂ
Then you hear his ridiculous, drunk laugh and peer across the dance floor where he is sitting in a wicker chair with another woman with enough Botox in her face that her muscles donât move. You feel your anger reach its breaking point. He left you. He left you.
âHold my spot,â you growl to the couple, and then youâre storming off, titties and hair angrily bouncing as you do. Your eyes are set dead on your husband, ready to tear him a new one.Â
When you finally stop in front of him, it takes him a while to even register your presence. In the time you were at the bar, he has gotten even drunker, his collar askew and his eyes glassy. âThere you are!â he exclaims.
You place a hand on your hip, glaring down at him. âAnd here you are, abandoning me and talking to a chick who isnât your wife.âÂ
The Botox womanâs face pales and she scowls at your man. âYour wife?â she scoffs. âYou didnât tell me you were married! Whereâs your wedding band?!â Your eyes shoot down to his hand. Sure enough, itâs gone. He took it off.Â
âThat was just so I wouldnât lose it!â your husband quickly protests. He stands and puts his hands up as if calming a crazed animal. âRelax, babe. Sheâs just interested in a possible investment in my company.â You cut your eyes to the woman sipping her martini, looking like a kid caught in the cookie jar. âOh, Iâm sure she is,â you mutter. âCan I talk to you for a minute?âÂ
You turn and begin to walk off, but you hear your husband sigh, âOh, here we goâ. That enrages you even further. You storm off to a secluded area in the club, arms crossed and fuming. Your husband follows, looking aloof to your rage. âWhatâd I do now, Mommy?â he drunkenly asks.
You shove him, earning a few looks of interest and alarm. âDonât talk to me like that!â you hiss. âHow could you just abandon me like that in a place Iâm unfamiliar with and with people that I donât know?!âÂ
Your husband glares at you, confused and irritated. âI didnât abandon you! You were getting the drinks!âÂ
But you barely listen to this half-assed argument, firing off like a firecracker. âThatâs the other thing; you wanted to come here tonight and you left the room without your money. So now your wife has to pay for everything while you get drunk off of my dime and flirt with other women.â
You flash your hand at him where your diamond ring glistens. âAnd I didnât leave my ring either!âÂ
Your husband rolls his eyes, his face growing red. âI wasnât flirting withââÂ
âOh, save it!â you snap. âOr were you too trashed those other times too that you donât even remember?â He pulls a face, looking at you as if youâre the crazy one. âWhat is this about, Y/N? Why are you being this way?â
You can feel tears pushing at your tear ducts, but you push them away; you refuse to cry in public. âI wanted to come on this trip for us to get closer,â you lament. âFor us to build that romance again; that spark that weâre missing! And youâre not even trying even a little bit!âÂ
And instead of showing you compassion and understanding, your husband continues to neglect and invalidate your feelings. âListenâŠI donât know what you want me to fucking do,â he tiredly sighs. âI canât be the perfect man that youâre looking for, Y/N. He doesnât exist.âÂ
âClearly,â you bitterly think. He has shown you that.Â
âI do everything for you and this is how you repay me,â he scoffs, still scowling. âWell, fine, if you feel that way, Iâll just leave you be.â He takes a step back and then turns around, walking towards the exit. Your eyes widen at him, gobsmacked. âWait, youâre leaving?â you gasp. âYou canât be serious. Youâre gonna leave me here alone?âÂ
Then your husband turns around and you think heâs going to apologize; to tell you he is just jokingâŠbut then he motions his hands at you in a âshoo, shooâ motion as if you are a mere, pesky fly. âCome upstairs when youâre done acting like a bitch to me,â he cooly says. And then he leaves you alone for good, standing in the club completely humiliated and heartbroken.Â
Luckily, someone comes to your rescue to save you from your heartbreak. They tap you on the shoulder and you turn to see Kiri standing there with a gigawatt smile on his handsome face. âExcuse me, miss; me and my husband saw you across the bar and really dug your vibe. Can we buy you a drink?â
He gives you a wink that somehow masks the heartbreak youâre feeling. âJust make sure itâs strong,â you joke back.Â
He begins to lead you back to the bar where Bakugou sits, sipping on a mai tai. âDid you find your husband?â Kiri asks, taking the mojito that Bakugou passes to him. âWhereâs he at? I thought we were meeting him.â
You stare warily at the pros, biting back tears. âUhâŠhe wasnât feeling too good and went upstairs,â you lie.Â
Bakugou sees right through it like itâs glass. He takes a final sip of his drink, draining the glass, and nearly slams it on the bar. âYâknow, youâre just as bad as this one when you lie,â he roughly says, nudging Kiri in the arm. âEyes goinâ off to the side, a little pause like youâre thinkinâ of somethinâ on the spotâŠyouâre not slick.âÂ
You feel your body flush under the strobe lights. âOh, no,â you think, lamenting to yourself. âNow heâs gonna ask you why you lied, you dummy!âÂ
But to your surprise, Bakugou leans one beefy, inked arm over the bar, waving down the bartender. âBut if youâre truly hellbent on coverinâ your manâs back, we wonât push it. If anything, I respect itâŠcanât understand why the goofy left you here though.â He waves a hand again at the bartender, growing irritated at being ignored.Â
âYeah,â Kiri agrees, standing behind Bakugouâs stool and rubbing his shoulders to calm him. He is so tall that he towers over you, somehow making you feel more safe than intimidated by his sheer size. âItâs kinda weird he would just leave without you, unless he had food poisoning or somethinâ.âÂ
Maybe itâs the hot wash of lights or the men accompanying you, but you feel the truth push at your throat. âHe didnât,â you admit. The couple immediately turn their attention to you. âI caught him talking to another woman, we had a fight, and then he left.âÂ
Kiri blinks his crimson eyes at you. âHe left you alone?â he asks in disbelief. âHere?â
You slowly nod, biting your lower lip to keep from crying in front of these two strangers. âHe told me to come upstairs when I stopped being a bitch,â you add, cracking a wry smile at the two. âCan you believe this is my marriage?â You laugh it off, but the couple can tell that it is fake and icy.
âShit, I already thought the guy was a loser; now, itâs a fact for sure,â Bakugou grumbles.Â
âLeaving your wife or girlfriend in the middle of a club is NOT manly,â Kiri growls, eyes flashing with anger. âGood thing weâre with you. We can keep you company as long as youâre here!â
Bakugou passes Kiri's mojito to you, coaxing you to sip. âAnd you can tell us more about this asshole you decided to marry.â He bangs on the bar, scaring a few people. âYo, bartender! Youâre about to lose your tip!âÂ
You take a tiny sip of the mojito, your tastebuds exploding with the taste of mint, lime, and rum. Kiri pats the empty stool beside Bakugou and you sit, crossing one leg over the other, your dress riding up slightly on your thighs. Kiri sits on your left, sandwiching you between himself and his husband.Â
The bartender returns, sweating slightly and out of breath. âApologies, Mr. Bakugou! Free rounds for the happy couple?â The couple turn to look at you, asking you in silence. âItâs free rounds, darlings,â you giggle, flipping your braids over one shoulder. âIâd be happy to shareâŠand a rum punch too, please!â Â
Two rum punches and three tequila shots later, you are spilling your guts to the couple. The three of you sit in a secluded lounge area overlooking the beach, the silver moon glowing off of the waves softly crashing on the shore.
Most people are on the dance floor or at the bar, so you have privacy with the two hunks who sit across from you in lounge chairs. You sit on a small hammock held between two fake palm trees, talking on and on about your husbandâs neglect and bummy, crummy ways.Â
Through it all, the couple stay quiet, paying close attention to you. You appreciate their listening ears, feeling better just getting it all out.
âSo we packed up and came on this vacay in the hopes of rekindling our romance,â you explain, nursing a glass of water that Bakugou ordered for you. âIt was my idea and he went along with it, butâŠnow Iâm thinking that this was a total waste of time.â You place a hand on your head, mostly because it is spinning but also because you feel so stupid.Â
âFor him?â Kiri says, sipping his second mojito. âIâd have to say yes; there is NO gettinâ through a guy like that, sweetheart. But a trip like this for yourself is never a waste! You come here to enjoy the pool, the excursions, and makinâ new friends like us.âÂ
You laugh, finding his words adorable. âWeâre friends?â you giggle, not realizing how this sounds: like you want to be more. âWell, I guess only friends would buy me drinks and listen to me trauma dump.âÂ
Bakugou clucks his tongue, rolling his vermillion eyes. His eyes are so prettyâŠlike rubies. âItâs not trauma dumping if we wanna hear it, silly girl.â Kiri nods, agreeing. âBakugouâs right, sweetheart. We like you; plus, youâre the first girl weâve met here that isnât tryinâ to have a threesome with us.âÂ
He doesnât know how wrong he is. And if he keeps calling you âsweetheartâ, who knows what will happen next. âI like you guys too,â you admit, flushing bashfully. âYou make a cute couple; Iâm almost jealous!âÂ
Bakugou cracks a humored smile, sipping a piña colada now. âWell, donât be. The bartenders already think weâre together.â His tongue glints with somethingâa piercing, you realizeâas he toys with the straw in his glass.Â
Suddenly, a thought pops into your head that you have no business saying aloud: âWouldnât it be funny if we acted as a couple this whole trip just for the hell of it? Two sexy husbands and their pretty wife?â You begin to laugh a little too much, your cheeks hurting and tears pricking at your lashes coated in mascara.Â
When you stop, you realize that the couple arenât laughing. Theyâre just staring dead at you. âYeah,â Kiri deadpans. âHilarious.âÂ
Suddenly, the air feels tense and the magic from the alcohol is fading. You donât feel sexy or confident anymore; just awkward. You take a couple sips of the water and place it on the âW-Well, itâs getting late and my husband is probably wondering where I am.âÂ
âNo, heâs not,â Bakugou argues. The finality in his tone stops you short, rendering you speechless. âAny dickhead who leaves his wife alone in a club isnât thinkinâ âbout her well-being at all.â His gaze is intense and unwavering as he stares at you over his glass rim. âSorry to break it to ya, babe.âÂ
Babe? Sweetheart? What the fuck is going on here? âŠ.And why are you so okay with it? Youâre so wrapped up in decoding this situation when suddenly, the couple leave their post and come to sit with you in the hammock. Gently, they both climb in and sandwich you between them, their tree-trunk legs dangling off of the side with you.Â
âSo why not spend the night with two guys who actually want your attention?â Bakugou asks, his lips just a little too close to your ear. You suddenly lose the ability to function like a human being. âW-What?â you stammer, turning to the blonde. âWhat do youââÂ
âYou know what I mean,â he interjects. âCan you really sit here and act like you donât want us too?â One of his hands lays on your knee, making your skin tingle.Â
âWeâve been watchinâ you for awhile now,â Kiri confesses, his hand brushing your fingertips. âIt wasnât our intention to ever do anything with another person on this trip, but when we saw you at the poolâŠâ He pauses, taking a breath. âShit, Y/N, our want for you was instant.â Your pussy gushes at his sinful confession, leaving your thighs trembling. Â
âAnd when we found out your bitch ass husband left you alone here?â Bakugouâs lips stretch into a smile, his eyes mischievous. âIt was a wrap.â You canât believe what youâre hearing. Out of anyone else in here, these two happily married men want you tonight?Â
âWe donât have to do anything youâre not comfortable with,â Kiri gently says, taking your silence for discomfort. âIf intimacy isnât on the table for you, we can just stay here, share some drinks, and danceâŠor if you really feel uncomfortable, just tell us and weâll leave you be. Your comfort matters to us, Y/N.â
This man barely knows you and he is showing you more consideration than your husband has in months. Bakugouâs lips brush against your ear, the smell of mint and rum on his tongue. âEither way, we wanna make your husband regret ever leaving you here alone tonight,â he murmurs. âSo whatâs it gonna be, little one?â
Little one. How did he know that name makes you wet?
You have never been hornier than you are right now sitting between these two studs. The tequila and rum youâve consumed over the hour helps too. It helps you make the first move by turning towards Kiri, cupping his face in his hands, and pressing your lips to his. He makes a small noise of surprise before he melts into your kiss, his soft lips moving against yours. âMmm,â he hums against your lips, the sound seducing you.Â
When you pull away, his crimson eyes are dazed and hooded. You then turn to Bakugou who watches with bated breath. âYou get one too, Dynamight,â you giggle before your lips are crushed against his. Just like his hubby, Bakugouâs kiss causes sparks to ignite in the air and your arousal to switch to hyperdrive. The yearning you feel for these two is instantaneous and intense.
When you pull away, you take their hands in both of yours and interlace your fingers. âSo I guess itâs your room then, boys?â you seductively ask, peering up at them through your lashes.Â
Somehow, moments later, you find yourself in between the two married pros on a big bed, stark naked and their big, hard, throbbing, pretty cocks stiff in your hands as you stroke them up and down, up and down. You keep your dress on, but your straps were tugged off by Bakugou to expose your tits while Kiri stripped off your heels, blushing as he told you how pretty your feet were.Â
You pay close attention to their luscious moans and responsive hums of pleasure as your hands, slick with your saliva, twist around the base as you scale them up to their bulbous tips dripping in pre all for you. You take a couple licks at the white pearls, smiling as their moans grow louder at the feeling of your tongue on them. They felt your tongue minutes before once they stripped, letting you indulge in every rippling muscle they had.Â
When they finally took off their pants, you were amazed. While both big and veiny, they have their differences too: Bakugou is smooth and curves upward while Kiri is thick, has a happy trail, and has a dick piercing. You gaped at both of them while the two softly chuckled, finding your reaction endearing.
âIâm guessinâ your man is lackinâ in this department?â Bakugou asked, his hand curling in your braids. Staring at the cock in your face, you silently nodded. Severely, your husband was lacking.
Tap-tap.
Bakugou tapped his tip slightly against your lips, his hooded eyes exploding with lust. âWell? You just gonna stare or take care of âem?â Kiri bit his lip and watched, silently urging you to do as you wanted to his dick.Â
You do just that, sliding Bakugouâs hard cock into your mouth while you continue to stroke Kiri, loving their eyes on you as you take the blonde deeper, hollowing your cheeks. You raise your eyes to him, watching his handsome face flush red as he watches you throat him, his hips slowly grinding to push himself deeper. âAh, shit,â he sighs, his eyes sexily rolling back to show the whites and red tendrils of his eyeballs. Â
Kiri toothily grins at his husband fucking your mouth, still slowly fucking your hand. âFeelinâ good, Kats?â he chuckles. âMe too. Sheâs beinâ such a good girl, isnât she?â He sticks two fingers under your chin to catch the drool that has begun to drip down from your lips and sucks your saliva off of them, staring straight at you as he does.Â
âAlmost,â Bakugou replies, laughing to himself. âShe needs to take this dick a little more.â So he speeds up, increasing his speed so the sounds of you gagging and your wet throat flexing around his cock are more intense and lively, causing him to groan.
âOpen wide, baby,â he grunts. âOpen that throat up for me.â Youâre feeling good and used now as he begins to fuck your face, ruining your lip gloss and staining your cheeks with mascara.Â
âGod, yes, baby!â he groans. âDeeper. Take me deeper.â
You donât know how much deeper he can go. Your eyes sting with tears as you feel your throat protest against being filled, causing you to gag more. But you push through, breathing through your nostrils and letting the pro fuck your jaw off of its hinges, your spit dripping down to your tits from your chin.Â
âDonât make her choke now, Kats,â Kiri says, though his cock throbs in your palm at the sight of you gagging on husbandâs dick. âI still need my turn.â Bakugou huffs with irritation, but slides out, letting you suck in some air. âFine; just donât hog her. Thatâll piss me off.âÂ
Then itâs Kiriâs turn. He is thicker than Bakugou so when he slides into your mouth, you feel it. The wet walls to your throat stretch around him as he slides in deeper, causing you to open your throat as if you are preparing to yawn to accommodate him.
The redhead tilts his head back and moans to the ceiling, his big hand gripping the back of your head. âOh, fuck!â he moans, pumping his hips forward and back, fucking your throat as if it were a toy.Â
You feel absolutely, positively used. You feel like the sluttiest woman who has ever walked the earth. And you love every second of it. Bakugou smiles sinfully as he watches you deepthroat Kiri, making his husband moan and whimper as your throat constricts and flexes around hum.
âI knew youâd be good at this, cutie,â he groans. He pulls you off of Kiri to look deep into his eyes. âYouâre just our type too: pretty and eager.âÂ
His lips crash against yours and his tongue slips into your mouth, never mind that you just sucked two cocks. He kisses you passionately and eagerly, relishing and swallowing the muffled moans you make. And then heâs taking Kiriâs cock and sliding it back into your mouth for you, using his hand to push you down on his husbandâs shaft.Â
âAnd very small,â Kiri adds, chuckling through panted breath. âSmall enough to pick up and put in any position you wanna get fucked in tonight.â He peers down at you through red slits for his eyes as you throat his cock, sucking and glucking as if it is your profession, spit and pre placing your lipgloss.Â
âWould you like that, baby?â he murmurs. You peer up at him through your lashes, feeling heat pool between your thighs. âMmm-hmm,â you hum around his cock.Â
Bakugou snatches you away and replaces Kiriâs dick with his, fucking your mouth once more. Your eyes roll back as his cock slides against your throat, filling it, taking it for his own. âOh, fuck, yes,â he groans, his fist full of your braids. âTake it, baby. You take it so fuckinâ good.â
His muscles tense as he pistons into your mouth as he would a fleshlight or Kiriâs ass, his balls full of cum and slapping slightly against your chin.Â
You feel Kiriâs big palm on your ass, stroking it over your dress. âYouâre still wearinâ too much,â he growls, squeezing a handful of your ass. Bakugou watches with interest, loving how you look arching your back as you suck him dry. âNot a bad view,â he hums. ââSpecially from this angle.âÂ
SMACK!Â
Your body flinches and you moan around the cock in your mouth as you feel a sting from Bakugouâs assault on your asscheeks. Kiriâs thick fingers curl under your chin, forcing you to stare up at his handsome, flushed face. âLook up at me, cutie pie. Show me those pretty eyes while you suck my husbandâs fat dick.âÂ
SMACK!
Bakugou smacks your ass hard again, definitely using some of his quirk because of the sharp zap you feel licking across your skin despite the fabric of your dress. âArch that back a little more, babe,â he gently coos despite rudely fucking your throat. âI wanna see that pussy while you suck me off.âÂ
He pulls the hem of your dress up to reveal the thong settled between your asscheeks..and currently being eaten up by your pussy, wet pussy. Kiri practically drools at the sight, grabbing your ass at the same time Bakugou does.
âA thong?â he tuts. âWhat a slut weâve got, Kats.â Bakugou growls in agreement, palming the soft globes of your butt. âBetcha wore this hopinâ youâd get fucked by another man tonight,â he growls. âOr maybe by us.âÂ
SMACK!Â
âAm I right?â he asks. You feel your asscheeks recoil against his palm, the zap of electricity from his sweaty palm making your senses fire up.
âY-Yes!â you whimper out. Despite the pain, there is pleasure mixed in the stinging sensation, causing your clit to throb against the slick, sticky fabric of your thong stuck against your pussy lips.Â
SMACK!Â
This time, Kiri does it and he hits very hard. You wouldnât be shocked if he left a handprint. âSorry, little one,â he chuckles. âI just couldnât resist you anymore.â
He continues to spank your ass, lighting fire across your cheeks and possibly using his quirk too to make his hand a lot rougher. Bakugou slips his cock out and feeds you Kiriâs instead, his dick throbbing and twitching as his husband roughly fucks your mouth this time around.Â
You feel his sneaky fingers wrap around the thin waistband of your thong, pulling it so it rubs against your needy slit. âSuch a little minx,â he continues as he toys with your thong. âWantinâ to get fucked by total strangers.âÂ
SNAP!Â
He snaps the thin string back into place like a rubber band, making you jump from the slight sting as it hits your skin. âShit, look at how wet she is!â Kiri groans. âItâs drippinâ all down these thighs.â He and Bakugou stare at the slick staining your inner thighs which you didnât realize either. Youâve never been this wet before.Â
âAll of this just for a couple of spanks on that ass and dick in your mouth?â Bakugou chuckles, thoughtfully stroking your asscheeks. âYeah, weâre definitely not lettinâ you go back to that dickhead now.âÂ
Kiri pulls his cock out of your wet mouth, causing a string of spit to connect from his tip to your bottom lip. âYouâre stuck with us tonight, baby,â he says, his voice low and sultry. âAnd maybe for the next six days too.â
He lays you back on the bed, dangling your legs off of the edge as he and Bakugou kneel before you. Their eyes glint at you like twin moons, hot with lust. âNow let us show you what we do to pretty pussies like yours.âÂ
Somehow, you find yourself on your back with the entire room spinning and swirling as the married couple proceed to share your pussy like it is their last meal on their vacation. Sometimes they share, both of their tongues and soft lips sucking, slurping, licking, and caressing every inch of your sensitive, sopping wet cunt. They alternate between each other too, both of them individually eating you out too.Â
Kiri is a whole munch, diving deep into the wet depths of your pussy, moaning about how good and sweet you taste. His crimson eyes lock dead on you, paying attention to the way you respond to his tongue flicks and swirls. Your husband has NEVER eaten you out like this: so eagerly and sloppily yet still considering your pleasure and what you need.
You writhe and squirm against Kiriâs mouth, gripping his red locks for dear life. âO-Oh, shit!â you moan. âOh, fuck yes, yes, yes! Thatâs s-so, so good!âÂ
The redhead hums in amusement, tearing the lips on his face away from your wet, puffy ones below with a wet pop! âSuch a squirmer,â he cackles, his big hands squeezing the flesh where your thighs meet your ass.
Bakugou, who has begun to fist his leaking, hard cock, has his sights set dead on your pussy. âHold her down. Sheâs not gonna do shit when Iâm tongue fuckinâ that pussy.âÂ
The blonde is a little rougher and more possessive than Kiri, but still eager to slurp up everything you give him. He holds one of your thighs, pressing one leg open while Kiri has the other, the both of them working together to ensure that you canât move as Bakugou eats your pussy with abandon.
You cry and sob at his tongue lashings, the cold metal of his tongue piercing melting like ice cream against the soaking, hot walls of your pussy.Â
You feel another tongue caressing the other hole you have down below, the wetness of his spit slipping down your asscrack. âMmm, fuck, Kiri,â you whine. The redhead grins against your asscheeks, one hand massaging the globes while he wiggles his tongue against your asshole.
âYeah?â he teases. âYou like gettinâ this ass eaten too?â You whimper as Bakugou sucks on your clit at the same time Kiri presses an open-mouthed kiss to your asshole. âLittle slut,â he whispers before his tongue is rimming the tight hole of your ass.Â
Your eyes widen and your mouth falls slack. You have never had anyone eat your ass before, but this was something you discussed with the couple before coming in here. During the walk back to their room, you discussed all the things you want to try and enjoy in the bedroom, including the possibility of anal sexâsomething your husband wouldnât dare to discuss.Â
âHey,â Bakugou suddenly growls, nipping at your inner thigh with his teeth. âDonât neglect me. Iâm the one puttinâ in work down here too.âÂ
SMACK!Â
You shriek, damn near cumming as his palm comes down on your clit, a zap of electricity making your toes curl and your thighs buckle. âI-Iâm sorry!â you sob. âI wonât do it again, Daddy, I promise!â
His vermillion eyes glare at you as he smirks, cocky and proud. âDamn right, you wonât; not if you wanna cumâŠand you do wanna cum, donât you, little one?â he murmurs before taking your clit into his mouth and gently sucking on the nub.Â
He and Kiri continue to slurp at your holes, their saliva dripping down your thighs and your asscrack, soaking you and making your holes even more lubricated. It helps for their tongues to dip in and fuck you, causing your moans to grow louder, so loud that youâre sure that the entire resort can hear you. You dig your hands in their hair and grip their scalps as you feel yourself peaking, your orgasm cresting so much that your back arches.Â
âOh, my God, Iâm gonna cum!â you wail out. âIâm gonnaâŠIâm gonna fuckingâŠ!â
The two men lick faster, their tongues and lips encouraging you to spill your cum all over them. In a split second, you do and you nearly scream to the heavens as the pleasure engulfs you, washing you away on a wave. The couple moan and growl in appreciation as you spill your cream all over their tongues; they lick away, cleaning up every inch of you. The cum that spills down your asscrack, Kiri catches, feral grunts escaping him.Â
When you are finally twitching and whimpering, the two stop, their lips coated in your juices. You watch in awe as they begin to kiss in front of you, mashing their lips together in a sloppy kiss. You could cum again just by looking at them.
âLetâs give this hole a break now,â Kiri suggests, his smile mischievous and lustful. One finger rims your asshole, making you flinch at the sensitivity. âI think this one here needs some more playinâ with.â
He turns to Bakugou, puckering his lips at him. âGet the lube for us, wonât you, hubby?â he teases.
Minutes later, after Bakugou grabs a travel bottle of warming, edible lube from the nightstand, you are turned over and bent over the bed, your ass sticking in the air and gripping the sheets as one of Bakugouâs thick fingers gently probes your ass. âOh!â you gasp, your eyes rolling behind your head. âAh, fuck!âÂ
âDoes it hurt?â Bakugou asks. You whimper, shaking your head into the bed, but he thoughtfully strokes your ass, envoking a response from you. âAnswer me, little one. Gotta know youâre okay.âÂ
âN-No,â you squeak. âJustâŠa lot.â It is a foreign feeling that is different from Kiriâs tongue, but the lube and copious amounts of spit that Kiri provided earlier help a lot. Bakugou slips his finger in a little more, taking in the way your body talks to him. âNice and slow, little one. Gotta make sure we donât hurt you.âÂ
Hurt isnât even a word in your vocab at this point. Your pussy is gushing like it hasnât before, slipping down your thighs as Bakugou slowly fucks your ass with his finger, opening you up more and more. âFuck, youâre so tight here,â he grunts. âIâve been watchinâ this ass all night. Just wanna fuck you here.âÂ
SMACK!Â
He gives your ass a playful slap that has you singing and crooning like a songbird into the sheets stained in your makeup. âStretch you out the way you need to be,â he murmurs with want, his cock throbbing and pulsing with need between his thighs. Kiri wraps a hand around his husbandâs cock and slowly begins stroking him while he brings his lips over to your pussy.Â
âBut donât worry, cutie; weâll fuck you here too. Canât neglect her, now, can we?â He puckers his lips and spits on your pussy before slurping it back up, stimulating your kitty while Bakugou continues to fuck the puckered hole of your ass. âFuck, look at you,â he rasps. âLittle vixen is gettinâ wetter from this.â
Kiri hums in agreement, your cream and his spit sliding down his chin.
âAll it takes is some fingers in your pretty little asshole, donât it?â the blonde asks before he adds his tongue into the mix, licking around your hole as he continues to probe the tight hole with his finger.Â
âOh, fuck!â you whimper. âPlease! More!â Bakugou laughs, taken aback. âMore?â he parrots, grinning. âWhat, you want these dicks now? Is that it? Are these fingers and tongues not enough for some slutty holes like yours?âÂ
You canât help it; his dirty words coax your body to move on its own and you toss yourself back into Bakugouâs finger, taking the digit fully in your ass. âThatâs a good girl, little one,â Kiri murmurs, his tongue swirling around your clit. âFuck yourself on Katsukiâs finger. Make yourself cum again.âÂ
And you do. The stimulation and the warming lube are too much, making every part of your body sensitive to the touch. âH-Ha, o-oh, m-m-my G-God!â you stutter, your hips bucking like a bullâs. âI-Iâm gonna cum again!âÂ
âOh, yeah?â Kiri laughs against your pussy. âDo it, cutie. Cum for us again. Make that pretty hole cum for us.â He and Bakugou continue to lick, grunting and moaning into your holes, pushing you further to the edge.Â
But instead of that warmth in your core, you feel a tickle in your bladder and you realize with horror what is happening. âWait, you guys!â you shout in a warning. âWait, I donât thinkâŠIâm gonna pee! Stop!â
But they donât and unfortunately for you, liquid squirts and spills wildly from your pussy and into Kiriâs mouth. He sputters in shock though he doesnât pull away, slurping up every ounce of you.Â
âShit, she squirted!â Bakugou gasps, laughing in disbelief at the scene. âIâm guessinâ her man never made her do that,â he cackles. He dives down and licks some up for himself, moaning in appreciation and satisfaction at your taste. âThereâs plenty more where that came from.âÂ
You donât even know what âmoreâ looks like for you. You think squirting when youâve never before just about takes the cake, but as the two men climb up on the bed with you, you know that this is not the case for them.Â
Kiri gently rubs your back, placing his palm at the middle of your spine as you huff and puff, exhausted. âTuckered out, little baby?â he coos. Wordlessly, you shake your head. Despite your exhaustion, your need for their cocks is more. âNo?â he chuckles. âEven after all that, you still want us?âÂ
âOh, baby, weâre gonna have some fun with you,â Bakugou groans. He hikes you up with ease, sitting you down in his lap, his hard cock throbbing against your tummy. âTell us you want us to fuck you,â he demands, his eyes drilling hard into yours.Â
Your response is automatic, your want ignited. âI want you to fuck me,â you reply. âWant you both inside me. Need you both to fill me up and make each other cum.â You wrap a hand around both of them, earning wanton groans in response to your touch. âPlease, Daddies?â you beg.Â
That plea and your doe-like, brown eyes peering up at them lead to you straddling Kiriâs lap while his thick cock slides against your slit, nudging your clit and making you slippery enough to slide down his shaft. The big, beefy redhead leans back against the headboard, his big hands massaging your ass while you straddle his thighs, grinding your pussy against the shaft of his throbbing dick. âYou feel so good, Kiri,â you moan, gripping his shoulders.Â
The redhead jerkingly nods in agreement, biting his lip at the feeling. âYou do too. Easy now, cutie. Iâm bigger than your husband, so take all the time that youââÂ
Evidently, you already had enough time because youâre suddenly sliding your dripping pussy down on him. You both loudly moan at the explosive pleasure, your gummy walls tight and silky around his velvety, pulsing cock. âThat was easy,â Bakugou chuckles. âCock slut couldnât wait to take you.â He is on his knees behind you, rutting his cock up against your asshole.Â
You feel tears prick your eyes, making them glassy and wet as you bring yourself up and down on Kiriâs thick cock, whimpers and sobs leaving your sticky lips. âOh, fuck, Kiri!â you sob. âYouâre so fucking big! Youâre stretching me out so good!â
You can feel itâeverytime you come down, you somehow feel yourself stretching more. Despite your husbandâs nice penis, he could never make you feel this needy. This desperate to take more.Â
Bakugou presses a kiss to your shoulder, his pre-cum staining your asscheeks. âSlowly, baby. Thereâs no rush for this. Iâm lettinâ you use my man, so be grateful.âÂ
You bite your trembling lip, doing your best to go slow. âI-I am,â you whimper. âThank you!â The blonde groans at your sweetness, his tip nudging your asshole.Â
Kiri watches your bouncing tits as you come up and down on his cock like a little bunny, his face flushed red and his eyes crimson slits. âSuch a little sweetheart,â he groans. âAnd such a sweet little pussy too, f-f-fuck!â He grips your ass tighter, drawing you to him.
âRide me, angel,â he begs, staring up at you. âPlease bounce on my cock. Keep usinâ that dick like a toy, little one. Use me.âÂ
You do as youâre told and begin bouncing a little faster on him, creating an orgasmic rhythm that takes you both to paradise. You dig your nails into Kiriâs shoulders, damn near breaking skin, but he doesnât care. Not when your cunt is this good.
âGuess you ainât the only slut here,â Bakugou chuckles. âDoes she feel good, Eji?â The redhead whimpers in reply, his fangs digging into his bottom lip. âWords,â the blonde growls.Â
âY-Yeah!â Kiri grunts out. âSo good!â Bakugou hums in enjoyment and satisfaction, tucking his hand between you to rub Kiriâs heavy balls. âThen fuck her back. Donât make her do all the work.â Kiri does as he is told, raising his hips to meet you as you come down, plunging his cock deeper inside of you.Â
As he does this, Bakugouâs tip passes the threshold of your ass a bit, making you gasp. âIâm gonna go in now, baby,â he warns. âJust relax. You feel nice and loose now. Itâs fuckinâ gapinâ for me.â You can feel it, the walls of your ass nice and stretched, the cool air making you shiver.Â
âFuck, thatâs hot!â Kiri groans. âSheâs stretched out here too.â And heâs rightâyou are so stretched open by his cock that he has no problem fucking you dumb, sliding you up and down, up and down, along his cock slick with your juices and his pre-cum.Â
âYou ready, baby girl?â Bakugou whispers, his lips toying with your ear. âJust tap my thigh if you need me to stop. That goes for shitty hair too.â It takes a moment to find your words, but you do despite your head dizzy with pleasure. You turn to hook an arm around his head, pulling him closer. âYes, sir,â you mewl.Â
âJust the tip,â he grunts before he slides the rest of the way in, pushing past the rim of your ass. He grunts in pleasure as a strange howl escapes you, making you feel like a totally different person. A stranger. A slut who likes getting fucked by two fat cocks in both of her holes.Â
âOh, my God!â you wail, your head falling against Kiriâs chest. Bakugou slides the tip out an inch and goes back in, repeating this action for a couple of minutes, allowing your hole to grow familiar with his cock. âEasy; just fuck me back slowly. Take your time. Gotta make sure you can take all this dick.âÂ
The two of them begin to fuck you in unison, Kiri slowing down to match Bakugouâs tempo and not overwhelm you. Their luscious moans and feral grunts fill the bedroom smelling of sex, lube, and mingled cologne and body mist, their sweet whispers of âyouâre doinâ so good, little oneâ and âsuch a good fuckinâ slut for usâ making your body tingle with need.Â
At some point, the slow fucking flies out the window and Kiri begins to rut up into you, his hips slamming up against yours. Bakugou chuckles, still rolling his hips slow and easy as he fucks your asshole. âSo much for nice and slow. Youâre fucking her like you wanna nut, shitty hair.âÂ
âCanât help it,â the redhead grunts. âShe feels so perfect!â His balls, soaked in your juices, slap against your clit as he pounds up into you, grunting with each thrust. âGoddammit,â Bakugou hisses, âif you keep poundinâ her like that, youâll make me wanna speed up too.â His balls stimulate you too, your needy button nearly exploding from the pleasure.Â
âGo ahead,â you beg. âFuck me faster! Please!â The couple stare at you in astonishment, slightly pausing to regard you in shock. âFaster?â they ask in unison.
You nod, pressing your face into Kiriâs shoulder. You donât want them to see your faceâyou know you look a hot ass mess. Bakugou gives your ass a smack, chuckling as he does. âYouâve got it, little one. Just donât run from us.âÂ
For the next blissful minutesâor hours?â, the couple fuck your holes in unison, their cocks frotting and rubbing against one another, making them moan, grunt, and whimper into your ear. You bounce pathetically on their dicks, forced to take all of it as you whimper and sob, tears threatening to drip down your cheeks stained with ruined mascara and foundation. You have never felt this good before.Â
Brrring! Brrrring!Â
Your eyes open, your vision blurry, and you look down at the nightstand where your purse is. âMy phone!â you whine.
Kiri yanks your purse open and takes your phone out, looking at the caller ID. âOh, itâs the man of the hour!â he jokes. He grins toothily at you, flashing you your phone screen. âYour husbandâs calling, baby.âÂ
âOh, shit,â you think. What time even is it? How long have you been here? He must think youâve been kidnapped or something!Â
âAnswer it,â Bakugou grunts. âPut it on speaker.âÂ
âW-Wait!â you protest, but itâs too late. Kiri answers the phone and continues to fuck you as he stares, his breath coming out in short pants. âHelloooo? Bakugou residence.âÂ
You clap a hand over your mouth to muffle your pathetic, slutty moans as the two men fuck you stupid, Bakugou yanking on your braids while Kiri rubs your clit. âWho are you?â your husband demands. âWhereâs Y/N? This is her number, isnât it?âÂ
Kiri smirks at you. âOh, it is, but Y/N canât come to the phone right now. Sheâs too busy gettinâ her brains fucked outâsomething you canât and wonât do.âÂ
Bakugou tears your hand off of your mouth, forcing those loud moans and whines to escape you, exposing the truth to your husband about his dirty little wife. âY/N, answer me!â he shouts.
You do so, moaning Bakugouâs name as his cock fills your ass. Your husband grows enraged, screaming belligerently. âYou bitch! How could you do this to me?! Iâm your husband!âÂ
Bakugou snatches the phone from Kiri, giving your husband a piece of his mind now. âThen you shouldâve thought about that before actinâ like a damn loser,â he growls. âNow shut the fuck up and stop ruininâ my fun with your wife. It ainât our fault youâre gettinâ cucked.âÂ
He then hangs up before your husband can reply and ruts into you faster alongside Kiri, their thrusts intense and merciful, making the bed shake beneath them. With their dick-alicious dicks and the saucy excitement of your husband hearing you get fucked, you canât help but feel another orgasm coming on. âMâgonna cum again!â you whimper. âIâm so close!âÂ
âCum with me,â Kiri demands, his dick jackhammering into you as you frantically rub your clit. âCum on that dick, little one. Itâs all fucking yours!âÂ
Bakugou is close too judging by how his cock pulses in your ass and his fingers dig into the flesh of your buttcheeks. âThaaatâs it,â he coos through gritted teeth. âThatâs my girl lettinâ me fuck that drippinâ little hole.âÂ
It doesnât take long for all three of you to cum together, the coupleâs thrusts stilling for a moment as they fill you to the brim with their spunk.
You moan loudly, so loud that it bounces off of the bedroom walls, as your holes clench around their cocks and your pussy spasms, spilling your honey all over Kiriâs thick, beautiful cock. Your eyelashes flutter and your muscles clench, your intense nut sending you through the stars and across the galaxy.Â
When the high fades and you go limp, the couple gently pry you off of their cocks and lay you down on your back. Like a rag doll, your body is limp and loose, allowing Bakugou to hook your legs up to expose your ass. âStay there,â he grunts. âStay right fuckinâ there. I wanna cum all over that ass.âÂ
Kiri kneels over you, his semi-hard cock hanging in your face. âIâve still got some for these pretty titties too. I want your bitch ass husband to smell us when you go back to your hotel room, cutie~âÂ
The two fuck their cocks with their hands, sending spurts of cum all over your tits and ass. You gasp at the warm droplets coating your skin, already drying. Then the couple pull you up onto your knees, holding their cocks out for you. They are coated in cum, slick and juicy. âClean us off, naughty girl,â Bakugou gruffly demands. âYou caused it, so itâs your responsibility.âÂ
You do as told, kitten-licking and slurping up the taste of your holes and their cum from their cocks, relishing the soft moans and hushed swears as you do. Once you finish, the two gently lay you on your back and lick you clean too, being extra gentle with your pussy and putting a soft pillow under your sore ass. Your entire body feels sore, but deliciously so.Â
The pros then lay side by side with you between them, Bakugou on your right while Kiri takes your left. The redhead snuggles into your backside, his hair tickling your face.
âYou were amazing, sweetheart. You definitely made this trip unforgettable, thatâs for sure!â He wraps his big arms around you, encasing you in a warm, sweaty embrace.Â
Exhaustion makes your brain foggy and you can barely focus on what he is saying to you. âMmm-hmm,â you sleepily agree.Â
Bakugou tsks, wrapping an arm around your neck, allowing his arm to be your pillow. âSuch a baby,â he huffs. âClose your eyes. Donât fight it if ya need to sleep.âÂ
In your blissed out, sleepy state, you ask the question, âSo I can spend the night?âÂ
The blonde once again tsks, scowling down at you. âWhat kinda stupid question is that? Why else would we be cuddlinâ your ass?â He presses a kiss to the crown of your forehead, making your skin flush with warmth.Â
Kiri chuckles behind you, becoming the big spoon as he squeezes you between himself and Bakugou, protecting you from the darkness and tomorrow. âThatâs a yes. You could even stay the entire trip if you wanted to, cutie.âÂ
He too kisses you, pressing one softly against your cheek. âAnd Musutafuâs only a plane ride away,â he adds. âAnythingâs possible, baby.âÂ
You sleepily smile into Bakugouâs chest, feeling his heart beat against your cheek. That all sounds so nice. The three of you? Together? They, your sexy boyfriends and you, their pretty little girlfriend? It sounds so perfectâŠÂ
Yet so unpredictable. Tomorrow is only a sunrise away and the future is uncertain. You know eventually, you will have to go back to your hotel room and face your husband. Face your problems. Face the inevitable crash and burn of your marriage. You know that you will have to return home soon and figure things out from there.Â
Everything feels unsure right now, but one thing in your mind that remains as you fall off to sleep is for sure: youâre getting a divorce.Â
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TOJI FUSHIGURO
Age: 30
Species: Coragyps atratus
Information: Is currently on a rampage. Approach with caution.
Mating: Vulture hybrids are monogamous. The birds generally do not need nests and usually breed outdoors. Courtship begins when the male chases the female either aerially or on the ground, and they can only breed once they have caught their preferred mate.
Your legs burned.
You'd long abandoned your lab coat somewhere in the forest, knowing that it was a bad decision, since it would just lead him closer to you, but what could you do? Your shirt had been torn up and discarded too, and your pants were covered in mud from when you'd crawled on the ground. Running for four hours through the thickest fucking forest you'd ever been in wasn't an easy task.
It was for him, though.
vulture!toji was having the time of his fucking life.
It had been your mistake, really, for rejecting him in the first place. He'd been nice to you, only threatening your (now ex)boyfriend only two times in total. It was only today, when you lost it and shouted at him, telling him that he was supposed to mate with a hen, not a human, that he had finally snapped. Your job was to help him find a potential mate, not be his mate.
Bless the heart of the poor scientist who let him into the forest for "hunting." He was probably going to get fired now, by the looks of how he had been hunting you for the past four hours.
vulture!toji who scoffed when a few of the scientists had tried to lean down from the huge netted wires of the enclosure, telling him to just get back in the facility, that it was useless, that you used to be a track runner.
Bullshit.
He'd never been so happy that the enclosure he'd been taken into was filthy rich, because no normal company could afford such a huge forest all for the hybrids. And all for the hybrids, it ought to be used, so he didn't see any problem in conducting his very valid mating rituals here.
Especially when he caught you.
"That's not fucking fair!" You shouted in the air as Toji flew towards you. He'd decided to fly up above the trees and had found you much easier and faster than you could hide yourself. The bastard was cheating; it wasn't like you could fly away from him.
You felt dread as he landed on the ground near you, stretching out his shoulders. "Nothing in life is fair, ma."
That was the last time you felt your legs for the next week.
vulture!toji was blowing out your back like it personally owed him money, though you weren't complaining. You had long gotten past the point of whining for him to stop, head hanging low as he grabbed your hips and just kept on pushing inside of you. The fucker had bent you over in a stream, cold water lapping at your shins and palms from where you were precariously balanced. Every time the current threatened to waver, the hunk of a man would pull you even closer and hold you steady.
"Why the fuck are you still so tight?" He grumbled into your ear, bare chest pressing against your back, skin sweaty and sticky from the past rounds.
"I don't fucking know, maybe because you give me no recovery time at all," you bit back, arching further when he pressed against your lower back violently.
"Recovery time is for the weak," he retorted, groaning when you squeezed around him once more, reaching your umpteenth orgasm of the evening. Hell, even the sun was setting, painting the sky a deep orange.
"Mgh-" Your eyes rolled back as he changed the angle, driving his hips to hit the spongy part inside of you till it bruised. Your eyes rolled back, his balls smacking against your clit every thrust, and you felt another orgasm build up again. Toji reached over to rub tight circles on your clit, the sound of skin slapping turning faster and faster. "Yes, right there, please-"
Driving his hips to the hilt, he bit at your shoulder as he came, grinding in small circles. You couldn't prevent creaming around his cock even if you tried, leaving a frothy ring around the girth. He pulled out slowly, leaving space for the white to drip out onto the water below.
You all but collapsed, welcoming the cool water of the stream on your heated skin. Looking over your shoulder in dismay, you saw his length start to harden once more.
vulture!toji smiled, the cut on his lip, curving evilly. "How far can you run?"
RYOMEN SUKUNA
Age: unknown
Species: no current scientific name
Information: Very aggressive, will only talk to Scientist [redacted]. Do not try to feed.
Mating: No information has been collected on the mating of phoenix hybrids. No current mates. Only one of its species.
phoenix!ryomen who was the meanest of the meanest hyrbids before you had arrived as his caretaker. He would snap at all the other scientists, and he'd completely given up on finding a mate. You'd given up after ten failed attempts as well, watching all the other birds run away the moment they even saw the fiery wings on his back.
You could see him get more and more agitated each time another day passed without any relief. It must have been torture to him, too- there were only so many times the poor man could jerk it.
There was a reason phoenix!ryomen only allowed you to enter his enclosure, and that reason was on display right about... now.
"You lasted six minutes," you glared at him from where your head was mashed into the pillows, lifting your legs to wrap around his lower back and pull him closer. How you managed to do that lying on your front, Sukuna would never understand.
You'd been sent to help coax hybrids to mate with Sukuna. At least, that's what your fellow scientists thought you were doing in his enclosure so late at night.
"Give me a fucking second, woman," he panted, flipping you over so you were on your back instead of your front. You were greeted with the pretty sight of his tattoos and spread wings, fire that warmed the room till the two of you were sweating. You had the disadvantage of not being able to peg him, because you would unfortunately get burnt đ Oh well, some things stay in the imagination. You were just a girl, after all.
Bad decision, really. Now that you were on your back, you had enough hand space to reach over and slap him. He groaned at the sting, hardening inside of you once more. "If you don't last for at least ten minutes, I'm not visiting you tomorrow."
His eyes flashed with anger, wings fluttering, and a few sparks landing on your skin. The twinge of a burn was familiar, welcome. "You've been milking me dry for four fucking hours, and you want me to go another round? Are you even hearing yourself?"
"Yes, I am," you nodded wisely, rolling your hips upwards to meet him halfway. The fire-resistant cloth of his bed burned warm underneath your skin, more sweat lining your hairline. "I think it's a very fair statement."
He groaned, watching you lift your ankles to lock around his lower back, dangerously close to his wings. You wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him face to yours. "Listen, Ryomen," you said sternly. "There's no other hybrid willing to help you through mating season, because they're all afraid of you. The scientists are all aghast at how you've managed to last this long. Do you really want me to stop visiting you? What are you gonna do then, huh?"
God, you were mean. Sukuna growled at your words, shutting you up by capturing your lips in a violent kiss, begrudingly starting to move once more, though it was more teeth than tongue. You moaned as he hiked up his legs to pummel into you at a new angle, returning his kiss with the same anger. "You're such a bitch."
"You like it." With the way his cock had turned rock hard once more, pressing against your walls and causing you to whine, you knew your words were true. You scratched at his shoulders, burning the tips of your fingers every time you came too close to the junction of his wings with his back.
phoenix!ryomen hissed at the feeling of your nails, but he wasn't complaining. Whenever you weren't in his enclosure, he would admire the wounds like they were trophies. He came embarrassingly quick, but you couldn't reprimand him too early, since you came at the same time. He was pretty sure he just shot a fucking blank, too. You, however, seemed to be always ready to create the filthiest rings of white that dripped down to his clenching balls.
"...That wasn't ten minutes." You muttered out stubbornly, throwing a hand over your eyes. Sensitivity, unfortunately, went both ways.
"Shut the fuck up."
It was true- no other hybrid wanted to mate with a fire hazard. But why would phoenix!ryomen care when he had you?
SATORU GOJO
Age: 22
Species: Pavo cristatus
Information: The peacock hybrid refuses to display its fan for any female provided to it. Scientist reports that it acts "arrogant" and "extremely cocky." Really likes mirrors?
Mating: During mating, peacock hybrids will fan out their display feathers as wide as they can. They will fan these feathers roughly 25 times per second to create an optical illusion and attract a mate. They are extremely self-conscious and take care of their feathers to appear as the most attractive to a mate.
peacock!satoru who was a real piece of work.
peacock!satoru who truly did not believe that there was a female worthy to be his mate. Every peahen they sent into his nest ended with her leaving sad or angry, a few even trying to slap him. How rude- who would try to ruin such a pretty face?
He tried to make them understand that just because a peacock doesn't mate for life didn't mean that they could keep pushing him onto different peahens each mating season like he was a machine. Sure, he didn't have to stay faithful, but that didn't mean that his entire existence was his cock.
He rolled his eyes haughtily when his caretakers took him to his mating room, telling them that this time they had a specialist to help fix him. As if he needed any fixing! It wasn't just any lady who could have a part of him.
"Oh, who is it this time?" He muttered sarcastically. "Doctor Utahime already left last week. Or maybe it's just a peahen in a doctor's disguise. Do you think you can fool me?-"
peacock!satoru who immediately shut the fuck up the moment he laid his eyes on you, heard the lock click as the staff left the soundproofed room. You stood in front of him with a clipboard, presumably a list of all the peahen hybrids that he should have mated by now, and a stern look on your face. The hundreds of mirrors that were stuck on the walls of his room reflected your pretty hair, your lab coat, and your skin in multiple angles that still weren't enough.
You, who apparently had quit two months ago, leaving Satoru to fall into great despair that his human had left. Surely you had been born the wrong species, but fear not, because he was not an orthodox bird. He would have been glad to accept you into his nest if you hadn't avoided him on every turn.
"Still no mate?" You asked, scribbling something down on the paper with your pen. Probably striking or ticking names, arranging the most convenient to the most hostile peahens. You looked like you wanted to be anywhere but here, and the tiredness in your eyes told him you weren't going to take shit from anybody, especially him. You were far too familiar with his antics.
Unfortunately for you, Satoru was a peacock, and bullshit was his speciality. Especially when there was a potential mate just a few steps in front of him.
peacock!satoru who couldn't stop himself, his tail starting to twitch. Before you could even process what was happening, his large feathers had already spread wide, blue and green and oh so pretty.
"What on earth are you doing?" You groaned, running a hand down your face in dismay as Satoru craned to his full height, his tail feathers starting to rustle. If you weren't so pissed at him, you would have been mesmerized by the pretty patterns starting to form.
"What does it look like?" He walked closer to you before you could change your mind. "All you scientists keep asking me to mate, so I'm going to do it. Aren't you happy?"
"I've been gone for two months!" You spoke aghast, watching him start to strip off his shirt already. "Surely you've gotten over your childish crush?"
"It's not a childish crush!" He scoffed, his fan starting to quiver in anxiety. At the end of the day, he was just a peacock, and his ego was as fragile as glass. "Don't you think I'm amazing?"
"No, not exactly," you tried to be cruel, tried to push his tail down. Even if it hurt his feelings, you couldn't risk the lab's prime male falling for a human. He was the only male who had proper statistics, healthy enough to help a new line of descendants. "You could... be prettier."
"Could..." His eyes narrowed as he froze in his tracks. "...Could be prettier?"
So this was how you found yourself in the meanest mating press of your entire life.
You were so glad that this room was soundproof, because you were letting out the loudest sounds as Satoru's hips smacked against yours. You had been pushed onto his pillows before you could try to reassure him that he was, in fact, the prettiest bird you had ever seen, and now you were in a huge mess. A huge mess, you didn't know whether you wanted to get out of or stay in happily. You were currently leaning towards the latter.
Your ankles were pressed against your shoulders tightly, and Satoru was stretching you out on his cock so deliciously that you had started to see stars. His tongue had captured yours in a filthy kiss, tangling as he pummeled into you. His tip had managed to find your sweet spot scarily fast, and he'd continued to hammer into it, feeding off your reaction.
Your cheeks burned red as your eyes scanned the mirrors on the roof of his room, showing you the clear image of your fucked out face. Damn this fucking peacock, there were mirrors everywhere. You had no choice but to take in the embarrassment if you wanted to continue being fucked dumb.
His train was still spread, somehow wider than before, fluttering with each burst of pleasure he felt. A few feathers floated down with the force at which he was fucking you, landing on your skin and tickling you.
"Could be prettier," he spat out pettily, pulling away from your mouth and leaving a thin string of spit between you. "I'm the prettiest fucking peacock here."
You couldn't believe you were getting bred because you insulted a guy's looks.
If you weren't getting your brains fucked out, you would have probably rolled your eyes and given him a groan. What a huge fucking ego. However, all you could currently manage was a whimper, biting your lips harshly as the string of spittle snapped. "Oh my god-"
His feathers fluttered once more as you tightened around him, moaning loudly and moving to suckle on your neck. His forearms pressed incessantly on your calves in a way that you knew your legs were going to be sore tomorrow.
"Tell me," he mumbled against your neck, sucking to form dark purple blemishes before lathering them in spit to soothe them, repeating the process over and over. "Say it."
"Fuck, fuck, please don't stop-" You reached a hand up to tangle in his pale locks, arching as you came with a blinded vision, squeezing around his cock. He clearly felt the difference in the way he struggled to keep up his pace, your pussy tightening like a vice. "You're the prettiest, Toru."
His hips stuttered, eyes shutting as he buried his face between your tits, driving himself to the hilt before shooting ropes deep inside you. His fan seemed to cover the two of you like a shield, quivering in time with the pulses of his cock. You could feel the warmth of his seed settle heavily, his breath coming in short pants.
peacock!satoru looked up at you from your chest, the tips of his feathers still caressing the crown of your head. He bit lazily at the side of your breast.
"Can I stop meeting peahens now?"
CHOSO KAMO
Age: 22
Species: Corvus moneduloides
Information: Though part of the smartest crow species, the subject still acts dumber than needed in front of their caretaker. Assumed sign of submission.
Mating: While crows do not have any significantly different tactics for mating, their hybrid counterparts are more likely to bring shiny objects for courtship or to show affection.
crow!choso was widely gossiped about as a dumb crow.
"No."
"Pleeeeeeeeeeaseee," the teary-eyed boy looked up at you from the ground, hugging the plush of your thighs and resting his head right between them.
Okay, how did we get here?
Maybe you should start with the massive pile of pretty, shiny silver that was just lying in the corner of crow!choso's enclosure. Maybe you should start with the fact that you have been trapped in said enclosure for almost two weeks, sitting in his large, twig nest with the soundtrack of a bird begging you to accept his courtship. Maybe you should also start by saying that you are not a crow hybrid, yet Choso doesn't give a flying fuck.
"No, I will not be your mate!" You tried to reason with him, attempting to pull his hands off your thighs to no avail. You didn't know his knees could bear to drop to the twigs day in and day out, simply to beg you over and over for a question he knew the answer to. But the fifteenth time's surely the charm!
"Why not?" He sniffled, and for a second he looked more like a puppy than a crow, black hair frazzled and lips pouting. "Are my gifts not good enough for you?"
Well, that definitely could be the issue, given that one side of his gifts were metal soda cans and broken needles, but the other side was heaps of silver. If you tried to trade all the silver he'd given you for cash, you probably wouldn't have to ever work again. Where did he even find that much? Silver watches, necklaces, rings. Hell, he'd even managed to find a silver pair of fucking glasses. "No, that's not it, but-"
"Then why not?" If it wasn't directed to you, you would have found his true frustration hilarious. "Is it because I'm not pretty enough? I preened my wings every day!"
"No, of course not," your hand instinctively moved to pet his hair to calm him down, trying to prevent his tears. He cooed at the touch, leaning into the scratches. "I'm a human, Choso!"
"So what?" He mumbled grumpily, tugging you down till you were sat next to him and burying his face into your neck. You sighed at his behaviour, but you couldn't help but feel affection for him.
Contrary to popular belief, the crow hybrid that everybody mainly called creepy in the staff meetings was just a lonely guy. Most of the crow hybrids had chosen to move to a more vibrant enclosure, leaving him in the dark wood forest with no friends or mate. Being his caretaker, you were probably the only person who'd properly talked to him in months. He was sweet, and maybe a little bit empty-headed, but he sure as hell cared about you more than he cared about anything else.
It made you feel a bit special, finally being cared for by someone who wasn't just running for the shit ton of money you made in this facility. He actually liked you, and though his idea of gifts was⊠a bit different, they were still gifts all the same. Your tsundere act had also given up a week into being held in his nest, because you couldn't bring yourself to ignore him.
Also contrary to popular belief, crow!choso was not just a dumb fucking bird.
Would a stupid man be able to cage you into an enclosure even when he was gone for hours on end? No, you thought it was just a coincidence that the paths suddenly became too dark, the trees looked like you were going in circles, the nest seemed so much warmer than the rest of this cold forest. How he even managed to get out of the facility, nobody could understand, because there was no explanation of how he managed to get so many things to you that were so shiny. A stupid man would not make himself look like a submissive bitch in heat to slowly earn your love until you could feel nothing else for him.
What a smart crow would do was lean into your touch as you rode him, whimpering as his hands roamed your body. He bit onto your shoulder as your pussy gushed around his length, squeezing him for all he was worth.
"Oh my god," he whined loudly, hips thrusting up weakly to meet your grinds halfway, cockhead leaking profusely against your insides. You moaned as he rolled his pelvis against yours to rub against your clit, adding an extra level of stimulation.
You tugged on his buns, removing the two elastics that kept them tied up. He leaned his head down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking harshly and kneading the other with the hand that wasn't gripping your ass. You arched against him, pushing your tits up into his face further and changing the angle at which you were riding him.
Your hips were starting to tire out, and he helped you subtly, single-handedly moving you up and down. Your body went pliant for him, hands stroking his cheeks as your pleasure coiled in a tight spring before bursting. "Y-You're going too deep, Cho," you moaned out, his thrusts getting sloppier and more sporadic. The squelching was as sultry as it could possibly get, a thick ring of white froth appearing every time he pulled out just enough before slamming back inside.
"I'm gonna cum inside," Choso mumbled against your nipple, spittle dropping from the skin down to where the two of you were joined. It was more of a warning than a request, fucking every webbed wad of cum into your womb like he would be personally affronted if you didn't get pregnant. The splattering of his seed pushed your afterglow onto another level, spasming around his cock while your clit throbbed contentedly.
crow!choso who knew he could have easily flipped you over into a mating press at any given moment of time, but he loved the way you struggled to stay on top once you tired, loved the way you doted on him with kisses and praise. He would gladly whimper as much as you wanted him to if it meant you would stay in this nest with him forever.
crow!choso was not a dumb bird.
He was just optionally submissive.
TAKUMA INO
Age: 21
Species: Apus apus
Information: Likes to fly around in the forest space often, trusted enough not to keep an eye on.
Mating: The female swift will position her wings in a V to signal she is open to mating, and the bond will last for a few seconds to minutes. Swift hybrids choose to mate differently than most, as they are the only birds to mate in flight.
swift!takuma was the most hyper bird hybrid to exist. When you'd been assigned his caretaker, you'd been a bit confused, wondering why the handsome bird hadn't already gotten a mate, but you quickly understood why.
The man wouldn't sit down for a single second before starting to get bored. You could barely finish telling him about the new swift hybrid he was going to see before he flew off, telling you he'd just had a genius plan, coming back only when the female had gotten bored and had decided to leave.
swift!takuma who didn't know any other way to make you understand that he really, really didn't want to mate with anybody else.
swift!takuma who was pretty sure he couldn't be more obvious than he already was. He avoided female hybrids like the black plague, and only stuck by your side to the point you couldn't go on your coffee break without bringing it out to his enclosure.
Poor Ino was dumbfounded when you laughed off his confession, watching you sip your stupid coffee like he was just a child performing at a family event. Like you didn't know the filthy things he wanted to do to you, the ways he would make sure that you never thought of another man again.
swift!takuma who had no choice but to simply take you up to the sky and show you.
Your scream tore through the sky as his wings pushed up, up, up until you were almost at the very top of the enclosure, close enough that you could see the outlines of the metal bars clearly. "PUT ME DOWN!"
"What if I don't want to?" He stuck his tongue out at you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. Your back pressed against his chest incessantly, as if you were scared that if you leaned forward a bit too much, you would fall to your demise, which was literally true. "Now do you want to be my mate?"
"No!" You retorted angrily, though it was more in fear. You should have probably thought wiser than to make the person who was carrying you hundreds of feet up into the air upset.
Just to piss you off, Takuma started to do aerial tricks, spinning around in the air with you in his arms. Summer saults, flips, you name it, you were pretty sure that you were going to be sick.
"I'm going to dive," he spoke cheekily over the wind blowing against your ears deafeningly. You didn't even have time to shout in dismay before he pulled his wings to his body and dropped.
No scream escaped your lungs; all the air was sucked out of them. We're going to crash, you thought to yourself as you approached the trees, the sheer speed at which they were approaching terrifying. I'm going to die, I'm going to die I-
Takuma spread his wings just a second too late, scratching against the upper branches of the trees, but still giving you an astounding rollercoaster ride. Your clothes ripped as the branches caught onto them, one of your sandals flying away sadly.
"Don't complain, I usually make this smoother," he shrugged, feeling part of his own shirt tear as well. As he lifted you back into the sky, the two of you looked like you were partaking in some horrible 1970's porno, with the suggestively ripped clothes and wind-blown hair.
Well, this was also Takuma's main goal, at the end of the day.
"Have you ever experienced an air quickie?"
"What?"
The answer was no, you had not experienced an air quickie. But that was okay, because he was going to strike one more thing off your bucket list!
"You're going to have to- haah- find my clothes, y'know," you clung onto him for dear life, arms gripping his shoulders almost as tight as your pussy gripped his cock. Though your shirt was still on, the bastard had gotten rid of your torn pants in no time. His wings were spread open in all their ombre delight, causing the two of you to glide. You knew that he expected this to accommodate the usual speed he went at so that you could feel safer, but you weren't sure if he understood that nothing could ever find anything he did was slow.
That included his fucking style as well, clearly. With the way he was thrusting into you like a goddamn jackhammer, it was only his insane strength that was keeping you from falling to your literal death. You weren't sure if you were slobbering because most of the tears in your eyes were getting blown away by the wind.
"I do want to say I'll just buy you new clothes," he whimpered against your neck as his balls clenched, thrusts turning sloppier and sloppier. "But we both know I can't afford that."
Trust him to try and make you laugh mid fuck. It worked, though, drawing a small giggle out of you before it morphed into a gasp at the feeling of his thumb reaching between the two of you to rub your clit. "You're going to fuh- I-"
"Ngh, you're so tight," He moaned, the glide of his wings leading you to a very slow descent, still high in the air. There wasn't a 100% chance you were going to be seen, but that just made it all the more fun. "I'm going to mm drop you? Do you really think so little of me?"
You bit at his neck as a complaint to his sass, wrapping your legs around him even tighter to absorb some more of his body heat. Nobody told you an air quickie was going to be so freezing. It seemed, however, that your bite just spurred him on, the smacks of his hips getting faster, if it was even possible.
"I'm gonna cum," he whined against your neck, sucking till it bruised. If you knew all it took was hopping on his dick to wipe away all his bad manners, you would have done it a long time ago. "Please please let me cum inside you, please, you'll make such a good mate please-"
He was just rambling on now, and you could feel the way his cock strained against your insides that he really was trying to control himself this time. "I've been such a good boy please, pleas please please please-"
Lucky for him, you were also close to your high, and the post-nut clarity would hit later. That was for the future you to consider. Also, you weren't sure how he was going to pull out mid-fucking-air. Your nod was all he needed before he shoved himself as deep as he could go, spurting hot streams of gooey seed against your walls. The white dripped down the crevices of your hole, mixing with the white froth of your already passed orgasm. You shuddered, not knowing whether it was from the cold or from quite possibly the best creampie you'd ever had in your entire life.
"Please let me down now," you whimpered, post-nut clarity hitting like a fucking truck.
"With what pants, baby?"
KENTO NANAMI
Age: 27
Scientific Name: Strigidae
Information: Has been on best behaviour for the kitchen section in the enclosure, likes to cook when not in his burrow.
Mating: Owl hybrids see food as an important part of courtship. While wild owls bring dead prey, domesticated owls may use neater methods.
"Oh, Kento made it for me! The one I'm currently in charge of, he's just the sweetest, don't you think?"
Your coworker proceeded to spit out her drink, choking. You patted her back violently, slightly worried. "You good?"
"The owl hybrid made it for you?"
You nodded, confused. As far as you knew, there wasn't any animosity toward him among the scientists. "Yeah, what of it?"
"âŠ"
"âŠ"
"âŠOh, honey."
You were then educated on the reason why owl hybrids gave food to humans in the first place.
You returned to Kento's enclosure later than you usually did that night, cheeks burning with not only embarrassment but strange flattery. He always had dinner ready for you in the past month you'd been taking care of him, and you thought little of it than his appreciation. Now, however, you didn't know how to react to the simple meal on the table.
"Oh, you're back," he smiled at you, sitting down on his rickety wooden chair, pushing up his glasses. The feathers around his neck seemed softer, as if he'd had more time today to groom them. "How was your day?"
owl!kento loved cooking for you.
Ever since the day you'd accidentally eaten one of his cupcakes, his feathers had ruffled, and his eyes had dilated, looking at you like he was a frozen statue. You'd noticed his behaviour and quickly apologized for taking one by accident, but he had returned to his normal demeanor in no time, smiling at you and asking if you'd liked it. You'd nodded, and he'd spend the entire night baking a fresh batch for you.
After all, in his mind, you were already his mate. After the countless meals you'd eaten, you couldn't possibly be anybody else's. owl!kento thought you remained his caretaker as a courtesy, that you simply searched for other mates for him because you didn't know that owls were strictly monogamous.
"It was nice," you answered absent-mindedly, playing with the spoon in your bowl. He caught on immediately.
"Is everything okay?"
"Am I your mate?" You blurted out before you could stop yourself, watching his expression turn puzzled. He looked at you as if you'd asked a dumb question, but with enough patience to make you feel guiltier.
"Of course you are, what kind of question is that?" He blew on a spoonful of soup, and you traced his Adam's apple as he swallowed it.
"Well, the thing is," you were already cringing at the thought of confronting him on something so serious. "I didn't know that accepting your food would make us mates."
"Oh," he frowned. "Do you⊠not want to be my mate?"
"No! I mean, yes, but no-" You stumbled over your words, watching him approach you from around the table. Sure, he was probably the most attractive man you'd ever met, but he was also the hybrid you were supposed to take care of! Not only was it incredibly unprofessional, but it was also very ethically wrong when you thought about-
"Kenn!"
The cool part of the counter under your back was starting to become warmer. Nanami's hand was firm against your abdomen, keeping you pressed down upon the kitchen top at his whim.
"Hmm⊠how about this?" While his hips kept their maddening pace, he reached over your body to one of his kitchen shelves, pulling down another pastry. His fingers traced your mouth, pulling at your lip. "Say ahh"
"Aahh," was all you could manage before a bite-sized piece of cinnamon roll was shoved between your lips. You chewed on it the best you could with a fucking 7-inch dick grinding into you, choking on the dust a little.
"So?" owl!kento cocked his head, glasses slipping off his nose slightly. "What do you think?"
"A-As much as your, fuck!" He hit a spongy part inside of you, causing your toes to curl and your legs to tighten around his hips. "As much as your pastries are delicious, I can't be your ma-mmm." He shut you up by pushing another piece of pastry onto your tongue, leaning forward slightly so his cock could hit deeper spots.
Your eyes rolled back at the change of angle, hands gripping his shoulders as he moved to lick your bottom lip, lapping up the remnants of the chocolate cake he'd just made you swallow. Unfortunately, it was quite marriage-worthy material already without the 10 out of 10 dick.
"Mm, that's really good," you moaned out, though unsure whether it was for the luxurious cake which melted in your mouth, or the way your impending orgasm was closing in on washing over you.
You let out a shamefully long whine before your vision went white, cumming unexpectedly with an arch of your back. Your jaw went slack, hazy eyes watching Nanami say something you couldn't quite process. All you did was nod mindlessly, waves of pleasure crawling up your body and making you heady.
"Mm, finally agreed, did you?" He smiled down at you like he knew exactly how much he was rearranging your insides. His head tipped back as his hips stuttered, the coarse hair of his happy trail rubbing against your clit deliciously to prolong your pleasure. You didn't know what you agreed to, really, but if it meant that it kept his hips moving at such a pace, you didn't mind. Especially when he was pulsing inside of you, strings of gooey cum kissing your cervix.
He pulled out of you slowly, watching the white liquid leak out wantonly on the counter. He dipped a finger into it, bringing it up to his lips and sucking generously, before giving you a bit too. Your tongue hung out eagerly, waiting for a taste.
"Maybe I should make icing with this next time."
SUGURU GETO
Age: 24
Species: Cygnus olor
Information: Usually stays in the pond enclosure, and is very soft spoken. Scientists are puzzled as to why there is no mate present yet.
Mating: Swan hybrids mate elegantly and slowly, mirroring each other's movements. Mute swans especially have the capability to purr in contentment.
REDDIT
AITA (21F) for falling for the cunning schemes and wooing of a swan hybrid (24M)?
Comments
- LMAOOOOOO WHO TF IS THIS
-----unfortunately I can't tell you or I might lose my job
- I mean, is he hot?
-----fuck yeah
- There's only ONE hybrid facility big enough to have a dumb scientist falling in love with a specimen, I'm going to report you!
-----oh, fucking cry about it
Here was the problem: Suguru Geto was hot in a way that wasn't describable enough with just a "fuck yeah". No, he was beautiful in a way only swan hybrids could be, dark wings on his back and long, long hair that floated around his face whenever he came up above the surface of the water. Came up to give you that stupid sly grin, one that always made you wonder whether he really needed another hybrid as his mate.
He would tease you, smiling when you came too close by the pond, dipping your ankles in the water, and leaning against the sand. You would close your eyes, feeling at peace for a few moments before feeling a sneaky hand try to tug you down, jumping up in panic and glaring at the swan.
And before you'd been asked to help find him mates, you were just his normal caretaker. Feeding him, writing down stats, just spending time with him, since your facility had no other swan hybrids, and they never liked to be alone.
However, the moment you'd told him that he'd need to find a mate soon, something in him changed.
swan!suguru had lasted two years through mating season without another female. He was far better at controlling himself compared to those other beasts in the facility. A few handjobs while staring at you from the furthest side of the pond was enough to keep him satisfied throughout the period, including the incessant teasing. Who could blame him? He loved to see your poor flustered expression, the way you would march away indignantly just to come back an hour later with his dinner.
But now, you were gone more hours than you usually were, likely in another enclosure debating with hybrids to come mate with him. Actually, it wasn't much of a debate- most of them were already eager to meet him. It was he who would scare them away whenever you weren't present, telling them oddly unnerving things till they got uncomfortable enough to leave.
You noticed the change, of course, you did. His flirtation meter had gone up by more than a few nocks, refusing to eat until you hand-fed him his fish and staring at you from the bay. You knew something was up when he pulled himself up to the sand for the first time, lower body still in the pond. He fluttered his black wings, droplets flinging over your face until you told him to stop. He just shrugged with his usual smile, lying on his front to watch you.
You weren't stupid. You knew Suguru didn't want a mate, and you knew just how many times he got himself off to you, the telltale sign of his shoulders tightening right before he came into his hand. But unlike him, you had courtesy for the rules and stayed a good distance away from him whenever he got too⊠needy? That, however, was quickly changing with the way he was treating you like you were already his wife.
swan!suguru, too, was not stupid.
It was entertaining, to say the least, to see the way you would stare longingly at him when you thought he wasn't watching, staring at his hair or bare shoulders. That only fueled his ego further, knowing that you wanted him just as much as he did.
This time, when he pulled your ankle to drag you into the pond, he succeeded.
"Mph!" Your mouth was muffled by his hand, swan!suguru started undressing you with care that a kidnapper shouldn't have. He gave you a pointed look before removing his hand, moving to your shirt.
"Be quiet, pretty." Suguru wouldn't have removed your shirt if you didn't let him, and you knew it. His fingers traced the bottom of your shirt for a good ten seconds, observing your reaction. Only when you gave him a slight nod did he lift your shirt over your head, throwing it somewhere on the sand along with your other clothes before drifting you to the centre of the pond.
"Let's see if you remember your training," he hummed, lifting the two of you onto a rock till he fully emerged, revealing muscles rippling across the expanse of his tanned skin, and of course, the deliciously long cock that slapped against his stomach. "How do swans like to mate?"
"Uhm," you stammered out, your skin turning pink wherever he touched. His long, wet hair brushed against your collarbone as he leaned over you, tracing your entrance with his fingers. "Like, mirroring each other?"
"Good girl," he pushed two fingers inside of you, watching your back arch. You watched him through lidded eyes as he arched as well, nipples brushing against his chest. It looked as if he was feeling your pleasure through you, scissoring his fingers so that your entrance stretched out. "Which means you can't squirm, got it?"
You nodded, watching him pump his cock in his hands a few times, precum leaking off the mushroom tip before pushing it inside you in one thrust, groaning. You squealed, gripping onto his arms so tight that your nails formed half moons. You flinched as he did the same, digging into the soft flesh of your upper arm.
Instead of fucking you at a speed you wanted, he pushed off the rock till you were both submerged in the pond once more, warm water lapping around your collarbones. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist for support.
Suguru swung his hands behind your neck lazily, languidly starting to grind inside of you, hitting spots that made you see stars. "Mirror me."
You followed his actions, hands resting behind his neck as he pulled your body flush against his, meeting your lips tentatively. His cock continued to grind in tight circles against your cervix, his veins kissing your walls just as well as he was kissing you right now. The soft kiss quickly turned messy, tongue fighting with yours for dominance. He thrust his length further in to make you gasp, using the leverage to push his tongue inside your mouth eagerly.
Each slow roll of his hips caught against your clit, pleasure building and building until you felt like you were about to collapse. You'd never have thought something so slow could have brought you to an orgasm so fast. Just the feeling of being so full of him had already gotten you halfway there, but the precision with which he rolled his pelvis against yours was making you dizzy. A slight purr has started resonating from his throat, filling the noise between the sultry kissing.
He pulled away from the kiss to press his forehead against yours, breath mingling above the water. "Come for me, pretty."
You didn't have to be told twice, cumming with your eyes shut, letting out sounds he was surely going to mock later on when he had the chance. You were pretty sure he wasn't going to try to mock you, knowing the way his mouth had curved up slightly in a smirk, but he cut himself off with a moan as you tightened around him, spilling into you just a second later.
You rested your head on his shoulder as your afterglow crept up your body, leaving you giddy. You felt his cheek hit your shoulder right after, biting at the lobe of your ear.
It was only after quite a few minutes of remaining in his embrace and deep breaths that you finally started to process the deep rumbling coming from his chest. Your eyes opened in surprise, hand moving to stroke his hair and feeling the rumble get louder. "âŠAre you purring?"
"Shut the fuck up."
MEGUMI FUSHIGURO
Age: 20
Species: Calyptorhynchus banksii
Information: As parrot-type hybrids are allowed to roam free in the facility due to their social needs, this specific hybrid is always at the side of the assigned caretaker.
Mating: Cockatoo males are one of the few that can use tools to make music to woo their female counterparts. Cockatoo hybrids are also notorious for needing constant attention, and some types may even feel emotions like jealousy.
cockatoo!megumi really fucking hated that parrot.
Who the fuck did he even think he was? It wasn't like you were his caretaker, so why was he always talking to you? He would sway his green hair around, the spiky mohawk far more impressive than Megumi's black spikes. His wings were larger too. Instead of just black like his, they were green with yellow undertones.
Fuck this parrot.
And don't even get him started on his goddamn caretaker, this pervert! He was so sure he'd caught him staring at your ass at least three times; both the parrot and the man didn't deserve to be anywhere near you. Not like he did. Especially not with the way they always joined you for lunch, taking up his time to talk to you. So what if you were doing most of the talking? He still wanted to listen! As long as you were talking to him.
So, could you really blame him for snapping one day? Hugging you from behind the moment he saw that perv with you, and to you it seemed like his normal clingy behaviour, but the man in front of him could see his dark look. It wasn't a glare, no, he didn't even deserve that- it was something promising a public humiliation ritual if he ever spoke to you ever again. The parrot, wiser than his master, chose to flee before he did.
You caught on just as fast as he expected you to.
"What is wrong with you?" You burst at him the moment you went back to his nest, sweating from using the rope to climb, since of course this picky bitch chose the highest branch on the tree.
"Nothing is wrong with me!" He looked irritantingly cool, clearly because he had wings to fly up here. "They don't need to talk to you!"
"I was making friends!" You groaned, feeling your way across the bark of the tree in the moonlight to reach his nest properly, searching for the cavity in the bark. "I need coworkers as connections. He was going to help me find mates for you!"
"As if I need any of those," he scoffed at you. Even in his sulky behaviour, he still reached out to grab at your hand, holding onto your skin. "When I have you."
"No, we have talked about this before," you argued with him, jerking your hand back and earning a hiss from him. "You can't mate with me, so stop trying to scare away other males like you have any right to." The wooden whistle he'd given you dangled around your neck.
"I have every right to," he walked closer to you, all up in your face and cornering you against the hard, carved-out bark of the giant tree. "Do they get to eat with you every day? Do they listen to you talk for hours while drawing patterns on your skin? Do they get to see you change before bed? No, they don't! Because I do, because you're my mate. I've already marked you, and there's nothing you can do about it."
You stayed silent throughout his monologue, feeling annoyance bubble up in your chest. No wonder every time you tried to take on an extra hybrid for money, they would turn you down. The bastard must have done something to you, and you never suspected a thing. Your annoyance turned to fury at the look in his eyes, the way he was still trying to feel your skin.
He wanted to mate? Fine.
"Fuh-" Megumi's eyes rolled back as you rode him, hands resting heavily against his chest for leverage, hips working overtime. "Slow down, please-"
"Shut up," you slapped him, actually slapped him, swivelling your hips in tight circles. His feathers were pressed against the twigs at the bottom of his cozy nest in a way that was almost painful, yet it was turning him on so bad. He threw a hand over his eyes as he tried to buck his hips upward to meet you, but you immediately stopped, causing him to let out a choked sob.
"Why?" He whined, reaching up for you but getting his hands swatted away. Your phone lay beside you, the recording app on, catching every lewd squelch and moan. You were going to play this back later for him, showing him how pathetic he was.
"Who told you that you could move?" You snapped at him, sitting perfectly still on a load he was about to bust. He could feel his orgasm dying down in dismay, yet his cock remained rock hard.
"Just move!" cockatoo!megumi groaned, cheeks heating up from the position he was in. This was the most embarrassed and simultaneously the most aroused he'd ever been in his entire life.
"Apologize."
"For what?!"
"For not listening to my commands."
"âŠ" Radio silence from his part just pissed you off more, and you scoffed, moving to get off his cock. "Okay fine then, since you're so adamant-"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he threw his pride away, lifting his neck from the ground just to look at you better, and actually started to beg. "Just move."
"What's the magic word?" Your hand reached around to play with his balls, feeling them soaked from the way your juices had slipped onto them.
He whimpered at the sensation, eyes rolling back. "God, please move, mommy."
Stunned for a second, you blinked at your bratty hybrid being so pliant in your hands.
You were only going for "please", but the freak had other ideas, clearly. You guessed it counted, starting to move again with a new fervor, wanting to cum as well. As much as you had done this mainly to spite him, you also realised that the way he split you open was far too good to be a one-time thing. "Aw, you're gonna be mommy's good boy?"
"Yes yes yes yes I will," He nodded desperately, his hands moving to grip your thighs that bracketed his hips without realising. You would have chided him if this was ten minutes ago, but you decided to give the poor guy a break. You'd been edging him for over half an hour now, and he looked like he was actually going to start crying. "Yes, I promise, I promise I'll be such a good boy please let me cum-"
You clenched around him tightly on purpose just to watch him fall apart, moaning loudly as he spilled into you, somehow managing to keep his hips from bucking upwards. You rubbed your clit hastily to cum at the same time, bowing towards his frame as your orgasm crashed upon you. You kept moving just for the sake of it until he started to cry from the overstimulation, begging you to stop.
Your bodies were sticky as you lay against each other, breathing heavily into the night air. Some poor neighbour cockatoo was about to move to another nest. You turned on your side, exhausted, when you felt cold fingers creep up your collarbone and to your necklace.
You opened your eyes just a crack to see cockatoo!megumi fiddling with the whistle, subdued, before blowing into it carefully and making a pretty tune. It was quite enough that only the two of you could hear it, the small, high-pitched sounds accompanied by his breath into the instrument.
I'm sorry, was what the action translated to.
You sighed, hugging him close to you and snuggling up against his chest. "Apology accepted."
"That means you won't talk to them again, right?"
"I have audio proof of you calling me mommy and yourself a good boy-"
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SYNOPSIS: Something about the calls doesnât feel like a prank anymore. It knows too much, says too much, and never sounds like itâs guessing. With campus on edge and fear spreading through every hallway, Gojo and Sukuna decide You aren't staying aloneânot after everything. What starts as protection slowly turns into something constant, something suffocating⊠something you almost start to rely on, But when the phone rings again, itâs clear the danger isnât staying outside the house anymore.
CONTENT & WARNINGS: Horror, stalking, anonymous calls, home invasion, violence, attempted murder, blood, strong language, psychological tension, serial killer themes, paranoia, dark themes, possessive/protective behavior, Heavily Scream-inspired content, there will be a part 3 to this and there will be smut soon!
Youâve been quiet longer than you meant to be, staring down at the table without really seeing it, replaying pieces of the conversation in your head in a way that feels less like thinking and more like circling something you donât want to name. The call, the way Sukuna kept watching you, Gojoâs tone shifting in small almost unnoticeable waysânone of it sits right anymore when you try to arrange it neatly in your mind. It all just blends into this uneasy feeling you canât shake, like you missed something obvious everyone else already knows.
âGet up,â Sukuna says suddenly.
The words cut through your thoughts so cleanly it almost startles you, not because theyâre loud, but because of how final they sound, like heâs not suggesting anything so much as deciding the next step for you without needing your agreement.
You hesitate, more out of reflex than disagreement, because thereâs something in the way heâs looking at you now that makes it feel like saying no wouldnât actually change the outcome anyway.
Still, you sigh and reach for your things. âYou guys are acting insane, you know that?â
Gojo stands at the same time, stretching like the entire situation is just mildly inconvenient rather than anything serious, his usual grin slipping back into place as if it never left. âWe prefer âconcerned citizens,â actually.â
âYouâre not citizens of anything,â you mutter under your breath.
Sukuna is already walking ahead without waiting for the rest of you, hands in his pockets, posture loose but deliberate in a way that makes it feel like heâs always aware of exits, distances, people around him, even when he looks like he isnât paying attention at all.
Of course he is.
The car ride back doesnât feel like the earlier one. Itâs quieter in a way that presses more than it comforts, like the space between words has gotten heavier instead of emptier. Gojo tries to force some kind of normal back into it at first, turning the music on a little too loud, talking about random things that donât connect to anything real, laughing at his own comments like he can still pull the mood back into place if he tries hard enough, but even he starts to fade into the background when you donât really give him anything to bounce off anymore.
Sukuna drives without saying much at all.
Just steady hands on the wheel, eyes forward, expression unreadable in that way that never fully feels relaxed even when heâs silent. Thereâs a kind of focus to him that makes everything else feel slightly less stable by comparison, like heâs paying attention to something no one else has noticed yet.
You end up staring out the window instead, watching streetlights blur past in streaks of warm color that donât match how you feel inside.
âYou two are being weird,â you finally say, breaking the silence more out of discomfort than confidence.
Gojo perks up immediately like heâs been waiting for you to say something. âDefine weird.â
âThis,â you gesture vaguely between them without even looking away from the window at first, âall of this. Acting like I need security detail or something.â
Sukuna doesnât look at you when he answers, but his voice is steady, flat in a way that doesnât invite argument. âYou do.â
You frown immediately. âNo, I donât.â
Gojo leans forward from the back seat, resting his arms on the front console like heâs joining a conversation he already decided heâs winning. âOkay but hypotheticallyââ
âI hate when you say hypothetically,â you cut in automatically.
He ignores you completely. âHypothetically, if something creepy is calling you, and people are getting killed on campus, and that same someone somehow knows things they shouldnâtââ
âItâs still just a prank,â you insist, even though it comes out less certain than you want it to.
Sukuna scoffs quietly under his breath at that, not dramatic, not loudâjust enough for you to notice it, and somehow that small sound does more than any argument could.
Gojo shrugs like heâs trying to lighten the weight again. âAnyways, point isâweâre staying alert.â
Sukuna finally glances at you for half a second, just long enough that it feels deliberate, before looking back at the road. âYouâre not staying alone tonight.â
You sit up slightly, instantly alert again. âExcuse me?â
Gojo smiles like heâs been waiting for that reaction. âWeâre crashing your place.â
âNo, youâre not.â
âYes we are,â he answers immediately, too casual for how absolute it sounds.
Sukuna doesnât argue. He doesnât even look like he needs to.
And thatâs when it clicksânot as a realization, but as something settling uncomfortably into place
They werenât asking.
They were deciding.
By the time you reach your house, the argument has drained out of you more than you want to admit. It isnât even that youâve agreedâitâs more like youâve run out of energy to keep pushing back against something that doesnât seem interested in changing direction no matter what you say.
The house feels normal when you unlock the door. Warm. Familiar. Safe in a way that almost convinces you, for a second, that everything outside of it can stay outside.
Gojo steps in immediately behind you like heâs done it a hundred times before. âNice place.â
âYouâve been here before,â you say flatly without even turning around.
âYeah,â he replies, completely unfazed, âbut I like reminding you Iâm welcome.â
Sukuna follows more slowly, pausing just inside the doorway before fully stepping in. His eyes move across the room in a quiet sweepâwindows, corners, hallwayâlike heâs confirming something for himself rather than just observing it. Thereâs no panic in it, no obvious concern, just calculation that doesnât really match the setting of a normal living room.
That makes you pause without meaning to.
You close the door behind them anyway.
âYou guys are seriously staying?â you ask again, slower this time.
âYes,â Sukuna says immediately.
âYup,â Gojo echoes, raising a hand like heâs signing attendance.
You sigh under your breath. âI didnât agree to this.â
âYou didnât disagree hard enough,â Gojo replies, already moving further inside like heâs claimed the space.
You just stare at him for a second, and he smiles back like thatâs the end of the conversation.
Within minutes, heâs already messing with your TV setup like he owns it.
âThis horror selection is offensive,â he announces loudly. âHow are you surviving like this? This is cinematic neglect.â
âItâs called having taste,â you mutter as you head toward the kitchen just to breathe away from him for a second.
Sukuna sits down on the arm of the couch instead of the seat, watching Gojo work the remote with a level of patience that looks practiced rather than natural.
âYou always say that,â he says quietly.
âThat doesnât make it wrong,â you call back from the kitchen.
From there, you can still hear themâGojo complaining, overreacting, talking too much, Sukuna responding only when necessary, his voice low and controlled in a way that never wastes words. It almost feels normal if you donât think too hard about it.
Almost.
But underneath everything, thereâs still that same tension sitting just out of reach of language, like the air hasnât fully settled yet.
Like something is still waiting to happen.
When you come back out with snacks, Gojo is already standing again, stretching like heâs made a decision.
âIâm gonna go grab better movies,â he announces.
You blink. âWhat?â
He points at the TV like itâs personally offended him. âThis is criminal. I need real horror. Not⊠whatever this is.â
Sukuna looks up slightly. âWhere are you going?â
âVideo store,â Gojo says like itâs obvious. âDowntown. Still has actual good stuff. Iâll be quick.â
You frown. âItâs almost dark.â
Gojo waves it off without even looking worried. âRelax. Iâm not the one getting creepy phone calls, remember?â
You open your mouth to respondâ
But Sukuna cuts in first.
âDonât be long.â
Gojo pauses just long enough to glance at him, grin widening slightly in a way that doesnât feel entirely playful.
âOh?â he hums.
Sukuna doesnât react. Doesnât explain. Just holds his gaze, calm and unreadable.
For a second, it feels like something is being said without words that youâre not part of.
Gojo finally laughs under his breath. âYeah, yeah. Donât miss me too much.â
He heads for the door, stopping just before it, looking back over his shoulder at you.
âLock it behind me,â he adds lightly, like itâs nothing important at all.
Then he leaves.
The door clicks shut.
And suddenly, the house feels differentânot empty, not quiet exactly, just shifted.
And itâs only you and Sukuna left now.
ââ á ââ
The house settles into silence after that in a way that feels different from earlier, not empty exactly, but less distracted, like thereâs no longer anything filling the space between you and Sukuna except the things neither of you are saying.
You end up sitting back on the couch again, arms loosely folded around yourself without realizing it, eyes drifting toward the muted TV while your mind refuses to actually focus on whatever is playing. Sukuna sits a little ways off, not far enough to be avoidant, not close enough to be familiar, just there in a way that feels deliberate, like he chose that exact distance without thinking about it too long.
Every so often you feel him glance at you, quick and controlled, like heâs checking something without wanting you to notice, but you do anyway, because youâve started noticing more than you should.
âYou donât look fine,â he says eventually, voice low enough that it almost blends into the background noise of the TV.
You donât even look at him at first, forcing a small laugh like itâs nothing, like itâs easy. âI am fine.â
He doesnât respond right away, and that silence is what makes you look over at him properly. His eyes are on you now, steady, not accusing, but not buying a single word either, like heâs already decided your answer doesnât matter because it isnât the truth.
That alone makes your chest tighten slightly in a way you donât know how to explain, so you lean back further into the couch like itâll help you disappear into something less exposed.
âYouâve said that a lot recently,â he says after a moment, quieter this time, not pushing, just observing, and thereâs something in his tone that feels less sharp than usual, more controlled in a way that isnât cold, just careful.
You try to brush it off again, but it comes out weaker than you want it to. âItâs nothing. Itâs just some weird calls. Itâs not likeââ you stop yourself because even saying it out loud feels stupid now, like pretending itâs small is getting harder every time you repeat it.
Sukuna exhales slowly through his nose, leaning back slightly like heâs choosing his next words instead of reacting. âYou keep acting like you can just ignore it and itâll go away.â
That makes you go quiet for a second longer than you intend to, your gaze dropping to your hands without meaning to. Thereâs something about the way he says itânot dramatic, not loud, just steadyâthat makes it harder to keep holding everything in place.
âIâm not ignoring it,â you mutter, though it doesnât sound convincing even to you.
âNo,â he replies immediately, and thereâs no judgment in it, just certainty, âyouâre holding it in like it wonât mess you up eventually.â
The words land heavier than you expect, and for a second you donât have anything smart to say back. You just sit there, staring at the TV while your throat tightens slightly, annoyed at yourself more than anything for even letting it get to you.
Sukuna watches you for a moment longer, then shifts closerânot fully invading your space, just enough that the distance doesnât feel like a barrier anymore.
âTell me what they said,â he adds, quieter now.
You hesitate, because saying it out loud makes it real in a way youâve been avoiding all day, but something about the way heâs looking at you doesnât feel like pressure, more like patience that doesnât plan on leaving. So eventually you do, voice lower than usual as you explain it in fragments at first, the call, the questions, the way they knew things they shouldnât have known, how it didnât feel random, how it felt like being watched even when nothing was there. Sukuna doesnât interrupt you once, doesnât try to fix it or joke it away, just listens with that same steady focus that makes it feel like youâre not being dismissed for once.
When you finally stop talking, the silence that follows doesnât feel as sharp as before.
âThat's fucked up,â he says simply, like heâs stating a fact instead of reacting to it, and the lack of exaggeration somehow makes it more real.
You let out a small breath that sounds almost like a laugh but doesnât fully become one. âYeah. Tell me something I donât know.â
That earns the faintest shift in his expression, something barely there but softer than before. âYou shouldnât be dealing with that alone.â
âIâm not alone,â you say automatically, then hesitate when you realize how quickly you said it, like youâre trying to convince yourself more than him.
Sukuna studies you for a second longer, then reaches upânot sudden, not forcefulâand gently cups your cheek in a way that makes your words stop entirely.
It isnât dramatic, it isnât soft in an overly sentimental way either, itâs just steady, grounding in a way that feels unfamiliar coming from him. His thumb brushes lightly once like heâs making sure youâre actually there, actually okay enough to be sitting in front of him.
âYou are right now,â he says quietly, voice lower than before, âand thatâs not happening again.â
Something in your chest tightens at the way he says itânot like a promise made for effect, but like something already decided.
You try to recover a little of yourself with a shaky breath, because vulnerability feels too exposed all of a sudden, and you force a small, uneven smile. âWow,â you mutter, trying to lighten it, âdidnât know you had a soft side.â
His hand doesnât move away immediately, but his eyes narrow slightly in warning that isnât harsh, just⊠focused. âDonât ruin it.â
That actually makes you let out a real breath of laughter, softer this time, more genuine, and for a moment the tension between you shifts instead of breaking, like itâs still there but not as heavy. Sukuna finally lets his hand drop, but the space he was in still feels occupied somehow.
For a while after that, neither of you speak much, but itâs not awkward anymore in the same way. Itâs quieter, more aware, like something between you has changed shape without either of you naming it.
Every so often your eyes meet and linger a second too long before one of you looks away first, like thereâs an unspoken line neither of you is fully stepping over yet but both of you are standing right in front of.
At some point you notice itâhow close heâs sitting now compared to before, how you didnât even realize when the distance disappeared. And when you look at him again, heâs already looking at you, not moving, not joking, just there in a way that makes your heartbeat feel louder than it should.
Neither of you says anything.
Neither of you really needs to.
The moment stretches out like itâs deciding what it wants to become, untilâ
The phone rings.
The sound cuts through everything instantly, too sharp, too sudden, breaking whatever quiet had started forming between you. You jerk slightly, eyes snapping toward your phone like your body reacted before your thoughts could catch up, and Sukuna moves at the same time, already standing without hesitation.
âIâll get it,â you say quickly, starting to shift forward.
âNo,â he cuts in immediately, already stepping past you, tone firmer now in a way that doesnât invite argument, âstay.â
You pause, watching him move, your mouth parting slightly like you want to say something but canât quite find it fast enough. Sukuna doesnât look back at you when he picks up the phone, just answers it with a calmness that feels wrong given everything that just happened in the room.
And for the first time since Gojo left, the air doesnât feel quiet anymore.
It feels like itâs holding its breath again.
ââ á ââ
The living room still held the faint scent of buttered popcorn and the low hum of the television left on mute. Sukuna stood rigid by the corded phone mounted on the wall, one hand braced against the paneling while the other gripped the receiver so tightly his knuckles had gone bone-white.
His jaw flexed once, twice, the muscle ticking beneath his skin as he listened. The voice on the other end was low, distorted through whatever cheap modulator the caller was using, but it carried that same sickening familiarity that had been haunting you for days.
"Hello?" the voice drawled, stretching the word out like it was tasting something sweet. "Did you really think it would be over, Y/N? That one little hang-up would make me disappear?"
Sukunaâs reply came out flat, almost bored, though the tension in his shoulders betrayed him. "Wrong number, asshole. Try again some other night."
A soft, wet chuckle filtered through the line. "Oh, I donât think so. You sound different tonight. Deeper. Rougher. Not the little scared girl Iâve been talking to. Whoâs there with you, sweetheart? Is that your boyfriend? Or just some guy youâre letting hang around while you pretend everythingâs fine?"
You had froze on the couch, knees drawn up to your chest, but the moment you heard the voiceâdistorted yet unmistakableâyou felt your stomach drop straight through the floor. Your breath caught. You knew that tone. You knew the way it lingered on your name like it owned it.
The same voice that had called you two nights ago while you were alone in the kitchen, the same one that had whispered about the windows, Her eyes snapped to Sukuna, wide and glassy, silently begging him to confirm what she already feared.
He didnât look at you. His gaze stayed fixed on the wall ahead, crimson eyes narrowed into slits. "I said wrong number. Lose this number before I lose my patience."
"Patience," the caller repeated, almost fondly. "Thatâs funny coming from you. I wonder how patient youâll be when I tell you exactly what Iâm going to do to her. To Y/N. Sheâs been so jumpy lately, hasnât she? Jumping at every shadow, checking the locks twice, three times. Cute. Real cute. But locks donât stop someone who already knows the layout of the house. Someone whoâs been watching. Someone who knows she likes to leave the back porch light off because she thinks it saves electricity."
Sukunaâs free hand curled into a fist at his side. "Youâre wasting your breath."
"Am I?" The voice dropped lower, turning oily. "Tell me, does she still sleep with that little nightlight on in the hallway? The one shaped like a moon? I bet she does. I bet she lies there staring at the ceiling, wondering if tonightâs the night someone finally comes through that window she always forgets to latch.
And when they do⊠when I do⊠Iâm going to make sure she screams loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear."
Your pulse roared in h you're ears. You pushed off the couch on shaky legs, bare feet padding across the hardwood as you edged closer to Sukuna, trying to catch any fragment of the conversation.
The callerâs words were muffled now, but you could still make out the cadenceâslow, deliberate, savoring every syllable. Your tomach twisted. You reached out, fingers brushing Sukunaâs sleeve, but he shook his head once, sharp and warning.
"Youâre not scaring anyone," Sukuna said, voice calm but edged with steel. "Whatever game youâre playing, it ends here."
"Game?" The caller laughed again, louder this time, the sound crackling through the receiver. "This isnât a game, pretty boy. This is foreplay. And Y/N⊠sheâs been such a good little participant. Answering every call, staying on the line just a little longer each time. She likes the attention, doesnât she? Likes knowing someoneâs thinking about her. Watching her. Wanting her."
The line went quiet for a beat, then the voice returned, colder. "I can see the living room from here. The curtains are open just enough. I see you standing there, trying to play the hero. But heroes die first in these kinds of stories. You should know that."
Sukunaâs eyes flicked toward the front windows, scanning the darkness beyond the glass. Nothing moved. The street outside looked empty, but the hair on the back of his neck stood up anyway. "Keep talking. Iâm tracing this call right now."
"Liar," the caller purred. "Youâre not tracing anything. Youâre just standing there, listening, wondering how fast you can get Y/N out of the house before I come inside. But you wonât make it. Iâm already closer than you think."
Your hand flew to her mouth. You could hear it nowâthe faint, rhythmic breathing on the other end, the way the caller seemed to be savoring the silence between words. Your mind raced back to every late-night conversation you had with this voice, every threat disguised as a question, every detail theyâd known about your life that no stranger should. The realization hit you like ice water: this wasnât random. This was personal.
"Did you think it would be over?" the caller repeated, voice rising with something almost giddy. "Did you really believe Iâd just stop? After all the fun weâve had? After I told you exactly how Iâd gut those pretty insides of yours if you ever think to hang up on me? No, Y/n. Weâre just getting started. And tonight⊠tonight Iâm tired of talking. Tonight I want to see you in person."
A soft click echoed through the line, followed by the dial tone. Sukuna slammed the receiver down harder than necessary, the plastic cracking against the cradle. He turned to you, mouth opening to say something, but the words died on his tongue when the unmistakable sound of shattering glass exploded from the kitchen.
The back door had been forced. Shards of the small window pane littered the tile floor, and through the jagged opening a tall figure in a flowing black robe and a stark white ghost mask stepped inside. The knife in their gloved hand caught the low light from the living room lamp, the blade long and serrated, already dripping with something dark.
Sukuna moved first. He lunged forward, grabbing the intruderâs wrist before the knife could arc toward his chest. The two men collided hard against the kitchen island, grunting as they grappled.
Sukunaâs free hand drove a brutal punch into the side of the mask, the plastic cracking under the force. The killer staggered but didnât release the blade. Instead they twisted, driving the knife upward into Sukunaâs side with a sickening wet sound.
Sukunaâs breath punched out of him in a sharp grunt, blood immediately soaking through his shirt and down his hip.
You screamed. didnât thinkâyou just moved. Your fingers closed around the heavy wooden frame of a portrait hanging near the hallway entrance. You ripped it off the wall and swung with everything you had.
The corner of the frame connected with the back of the killerâs head in a loud crack. The masked figure dropped to one knee, releasing Sukunaâs side as they clutched at their skull. The knife clattered to the floor.
"Come on!" You grabbed Sukunaâs arm, hauling him toward the stairs even as blood continued to seep between his fingers where he pressed against the wound. Behind them the killer was already rising, mask askew, knife retrieved, boots pounding across the hardwood in pursuit.
They reached the top of the stairs just as the first heavy thud hit the bedroom door. Sukuna slammed it shut with his good shoulder, twisting the lock with shaking fingers.
You dragged your desk chair across the room and wedged it under the knob while Sukuna shoved her nightstand against the door for good measure. The barricade rattled violently as the killer threw their full weight against it from the other side, each impact making the wood groan.
"Phone," Sukuna rasped, sliding down the wall to sit with his back against the barricade, one hand still clamped over his bleeding side. "Call 911. Now."
Your hands trembled so badly you nearly dropped the cordless phone twice before you managed to dial the three numbers.
The line rang once, twice, while the pounding on the door grew louder, more frantic, the killerâs boots kicking hard enough to make the hinges shriek. Sukunaâs breathing was labored, but his crimson eyes stayed locked on the door, ready to move again if the barricade failed.
The operatorâs voice finally crackled through. "911, whatâs your emergency?"
Your voice came out thin and shaking. "Someoneâs in the house. They broke in. My friendâs hurtâheâs bleeding. Please send help. Please."
Another thunderous kick shook the door. The killerâs voice, no longer filtered through the phone, rose from the hallway in a low, mocking sing-song. "Y/N⊠open up. Weâre not finished yet."
Sukuna gritted his teeth, pressing harder against the wound as fresh blood welled between his fingers. The night outside the bedroom window remained dark and silent, offering no help, no sirens yet, nothing but the relentless, furious pounding of the killer trying to break through.
Sukunaâs crimson eyes stayed locked on the bedroom door as another violent kick slammed into the wood from the other side. The hinges groaned under the force, the entire frame shuddering like it might tear free from the wall at any second.
Splinters flew from the edges where the killerâs boot connected again and again, each impact louder than the last. He could see the door bowing inward, the cheap lock already cracked and useless.
Without wasting another second he pushed himself up from the floor despite the burning pain in his side, blood still seeping between his fingers.
He grabbed the heavy dresser next to your bed and dragged it across the carpet with a grunt, muscles straining as he wedged it against the barricade. The nightstand and chair shifted but held for now.
Your gaze darted around the room in panic until it landed on the window. The sash was cracked open just enough for a breeze to slip through, the curtains fluttering slightly. your stomach dropped.
Had the killer been inside the whole time? Watching them from the shadows while they were downstairs? Had he been the one making those calls from within the house itself, listening to every word, every breath? The thought made her skin crawl.
Questions flooded your mind in a dizzying rushâhow long had the intruder been there? Had he followed them up the stairs? Was he the reason the back door had been so easy to break? You're hands shook harder as she stared at the open window, heart hammering against your ribs.
Sukunaâs voice cut through the spiral. âY/n. Look at me. Breathe. We donât have time for that right now.â
Another thunderous kick rocked the door. The dresser scraped an inch across the floor. The killerâs gloved hand appeared through the widening gap, fingers clawing at the wood as they tried to force their way inside. The maskâs empty black eyes seemed to stare straight through the crack, the serrated knife flashing in the low light.
âFuck,â Sukuna hissed, grabbing your arm and yanking you toward the window. âNothingâs holding. We have to go.â
They heard it at the same timeâthe distant wail of sirens cutting through the night. Relief mixed with fresh terror as Sukuna shoved the window open wider and helped you climb out onto the roof.
He followed right behind, ignoring the sharp pain in his side as they slid down the shingles and dropped to the grass below. Your bare feet hit the ground hard, and you stumbled forward, tears already streaming down your face. Your whole body shook uncontrollably, sobs tearing from your throat as the adrenaline crashed through your system.
Sukuna pulled you against his chest the moment they reached the front yard, one arm wrapped tight around your shoulders while his other hand stayed pressed to his bleeding wound.
âIâve got you,â he muttered against your hair, voice low and steady even as his own breathing came ragged. âYouâre okay. Weâre out. Police are here.â
Two patrol cars screeched to a stop at the curb, lights flashing red and blue across the lawn. Officers poured out with flashlights and drawn weapons, shouting orders as they rushed toward the house.
You buried your face in Sukunaâs shirt, still trembling so hard your teeth chattered. The killerâs voice echoed in your head even nowâthe sing-song taunt from the hallway, the threats over the phone. You couldnât stop crying, couldnât stop the helpless shakes that wracked your frame.
Sukuna held you tighter, ignoring the blood soaking into his clothes as he guided you toward the officers. One of them approached quickly, radio crackling at his hip. âMaâam, sirâare you hurt? We need to get you checked out.â
You could only nod weakly, still clinging to Sukuna as the police moved past them and into the house, flashlights sweeping through the darkness. The sirens continued to wail in the background while the officers searched room by room, their voices echoing from inside.
Sukuna kept one arm around you, crimson eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of movement, refusing to let go even as more backup arrived on the scene.
ââ á ââ
The police lights painted the front of your house in harsh, rotating colors that didnât feel real against how drained everything inside you already was. You stood near the edge of the yard without really standing straight, body still locked in that leftover shock that hadnât fully caught up with your breathing yet, your hands shaking in small, delayed tremors every time your mind replayed something you didnât want to see again.
Officers moved in and out of your house with practiced urgency, calling out to each other, checking rooms, doors, windows, speaking in that calm official tone that somehow made everything feel even less real than it already did. You could hear fragments of it all but none of it fully stayedâjust pieces floating in and out like your brain couldnât decide what mattered anymore.
Sukuna was off to the side getting checked by paramedics, sitting in a way that looked too controlled for someone who had just gone through what he did, jaw tight even as someone asked him questions he barely answered.
There was a stain of blood at his side where the injury had been, nothing dramatic in how it looked, but enough to make your stomach twist every time your eyes accidentally landed on it because it meant the moment inside the house had been real, not something your mind had exaggerated.
Every so often his eyes flicked toward you instead of the officers, like he was checking without needing permission, making sure you were still there, still upright, still not slipping further into whatever state youâd been stuck in since it happened.
And you were still stuck in it.
In your head, the house wasnât outside anymoreâit was still that room upstairs, still the door shaking under impact, still that voice through the phone sounding calm while everything around you turned sharp and violent.
You couldnât shake the way he laughed like he already belonged there, like your panic had been something it expected, even enjoyed. Even now, standing in open air, you kept replaying the sound of it, the timing of it, the certainty in it. It didnât feel like fear anymore. It felt like being watched even after it was over.
That was when you saw Gojo.
He was standing a little farther down the yard with something still in his handsâmovie cases, completely forgotten now, hanging loosely like his grip had gone absent without him noticing. His expression didnât match his usual energy at all.
There was confusion first, sharp and immediate, and then something heavier underneath it when his eyes landed properly on you, like his brain was trying to catch up to a reality that didnât make sense with what he left behind.
The second he processed it, he dropped everything without hesitation, the cases hitting the ground with a dull sound that didnât even register properly in the chaos, and he was already moving toward you.
âHeyâwhat the hell happened?â he asked, voice lower than usual, no humor in it, just disbelief trying to anchor itself to something solid.
You barely had time to process him before he was in front of you, hands hovering for half a second like he wasnât sure if touching you was the right thing, before he just pulled you into a tight, abrupt hug anyway.
It wasnât playful like he usually was. It was immediate, instinctive, like he had decided without thinking that you were the thing that mattered most in that moment. You could feel how fast he was breathing against you when he spoke again, quieter now, âTalk to me. What the hell happened in there?â
And when you did try to speak, it all came out at once, messy and uneven, not even in orderâhow the mysterious caller came back, how the voice changed, how it knew things it shouldnât have known, how it felt like it was inside the house before anything even broke, how Sukuna picked up and everything shifted, how the fighting started, how the door shook so violently it felt like it wouldnât hold, how you didnât even think before grabbing what you could to help, how everything became movement and panic and noise until there was no space left for anything else.
Gojo went still in a way that didnât match him at all as he listened, his usual grin completely gone, replaced with something sharper, more focused, like he was trying to map every word into something he could understand and fix.
Behind you, Sukuna had already pushed himself off the medical support and was walking closer despite the pain he wasnât showing properly. His gaze stayed fixed on you while Gojo processed everything, but there was something different in his expression now tooâless controlled than before, not shaken exactly, but aware in a way that felt heavier, like he was replaying the same moments you were but from a different angle.
âSomeone was inside your house,â Gojo finally said, slower now, like saying it too quickly would make it more real than it already was.
You didnât answer right away. You couldnât. Your throat tightened instead, eyes drifting back toward the house like it might give you something you missed, something that would explain how any of this even happened. âI donât know,â you said finally, voice quieter than before. âI donât know if he was already in there or if the windowâif I left it open orââ
Sukuna cut in immediately, not harsh, just steady in a way that grounded the spiral starting in your head. âIt doesnât matter right now.â
You looked at him, confused.
âIt does matter,â you said, but it came out weaker than you meant.
âNo,â he repeated, stepping closer until he was directly in your line of sight, voice low enough that it wasnât for anyone else, only you. âRight now what matters is youâre out of there.â
The certainty in his tone made something in your chest tighten in a way that wasnât just fear anymore, but exhaustion finally cracking through it. Gojo, still standing beside you, glanced between the two of you like he wanted to interrupt with something lighter, something that made sense of it, but even he couldnât find it this time. Instead, he just exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair.
âThis is insane,â he muttered, but it didnât sound like a joke anymore. It sounded like he was trying to accept it.
Around you, neighbors had started gathering further down the street, voices low but constant, curiosity bleeding into fear, phones out, whispers spreading too fast. Reporters were already pushing closer at the edges of the police line, trying to get statements, trying to turn something that was still happening into something consumable. Sukunaâs head turned slightly toward them, expression hardening immediately.
âFuck off,â he snapped sharply when one of them tried stepping closer, and even the officers nearby didnât fully argue with the tone of it.
But none of that noise really reached you fully. Not anymore.
Because your mind kept going back to the room upstairs. To the window. To the possibility that you had never actually been alone at any point that night.
And that thought wouldnât leave.
Gojo noticed your silence again, softer this time. âHey,â he said, more carefully now, âyouâre not staying there tonight. You shouldnât even think about it.â
Sukunaâs voice came right after, steady as ever but quieter than before. âCome with us.â
It wasnât framed as a question.
It was a line drawn.
You shook your head slightly, overwhelmed more than anything else, because the idea of going back inside any house tonight felt impossible, but the idea of going anywhere with the weight of everything still sitting in your chest felt just as hard. âI⊠I canât go back there,â you admitted finally, voice breaking at the end despite how hard you tried to hold it together.
There was a brief pause between them, something unspoken passing that you didnât fully catch, but it shifted the air anyway.
Then you reached for your phone with shaking hands and stepped away slightly, turning your back just enough to breathe. âIâm calling Shoko,â you said quietly. âI needâsomeone I can just⊠stay with tonight.â
Neither of them stopped you.
But you felt it anywayâthe way they both reacted without saying anything, like that answer meant something more than just a plan change.
Minutes later, when Shoko arrived and stepped out of her car, she took in the scene immediatelyâthe police, the house, your face, the state of everything without needing anyone to explain it. She didnât ask questions first. She just walked straight to you and pulled you into a hug that felt steady in a way nothing else had all night.
And only after a moment did she look up at Gojo and Sukuna, voice flat but sharp with concern.
âWhat the hell happened?â
Neither of them answered right away.
Because for once, even they didnât have a clean way to say it.
ââ á ââ
Sukuna is the one who ends up explaining it, not because he wants to, but because no one else can really piece it together in a way that makes sense without it sounding like panic. His voice stays steady the entire time, low and controlled, but thereâs a tension underneath it that wasnât there beforeâlike heâs forcing himself to replay something he doesnât actually want to revisit.
He talks about the call first, how it started the same as before but felt different this time, less like a game and more like something watching from the other side of the line. Then the shift, how the sound in the house changed, how it stopped feeling like coincidence when the noises started coming from inside instead of outside.
He doesnât exaggerate, doesnât dramatize it, but that almost makes it worse, because every detail he gives lands too cleanly, too real, like heâs describing something that still hasnât fully left the room.
Shoko listens without interrupting, arms crossed loosely, expression unreadable in that way she has when sheâs processing something too fast to immediately react to it. She glances once at you while Sukuna speaks, then back toward him, absorbing it all without asking for repetition, and when he finally finishes, thereâs a long pause where nobody speaks because there isnât really anything obvious to say first.
The police begin stepping out of your house around the same time, speaking to each other in low voices, confirming that the search is complete, that thereâs no one left inside, that the situation is âcontained,â even though nobody there looks like they fully believes that word means anything right now.
One of them gestures toward the crowd and tells everyone to clear the area, go home, give space, like itâs just procedure and not something that just cracked open everyoneâs sense of safety.
Thatâs when Shoko shifts her attention fully to you.
âYouâre coming with me,â she says simply, not like a suggestion, not even like a decision that needs input, just something already decided the moment she saw your face.
You barely get a chance to nod before movement breaks out near the edge of the scene. Reporters have gotten closer again, microphones already up, voices overlapping, asking questions that donât feel real in the middle of everything that just happened.
You hear your name first, then words like incident, attack, what did you see, all blending together in a way that makes your stomach twist because it feels too immediate, too invasive, like theyâre trying to turn something still bleeding into something performable.
One of them steps directly into your path, a woman holding her mic up like sheâs entitled to answers, her tone sharp in that practiced way that tries to sound calm while pushing anyway. âCan you describe what it felt like being inside the house during the attack? Were you alone when it happened?â
Something in you snapsânot loud, not dramatic, just fast.
You stop walking.
The crowd doesnât immediately understand whatâs about to happen, not until your expression changes and you turn fully toward her. Thereâs a second where everything feels suspended, like even the noise behind her lowers just slightly, and then your hand moves before your thoughts catch up.
The impact is quick and clean, not exaggerated, but enough that the reporter stumbles back in shock, her mic dropping slightly as the crowd immediately reacts like theyâve just witnessed something they didnât expect from you.
For a second, nobody speaks.
Then everything erupts at onceâgasps, murmurs, someone calling your name, someone else telling you to move, cameras shifting rapidly. But you donât stay to hear any of it. Shoko is already opening the car door, and you get inside without looking back again, your hands still shaking slightly from adrenaline that hasnât fully burned off yet.
Gojo calls your name once from behind, but you donât turn.
Sukuna doesnât call out.
He just watches as Shoko closes the door and starts the engine.
The car pulls away, and the sound of the crowd fades behind you, replaced by silence that feels heavier in its own way.
The drive to Shokoâs place is quiet for a while. Not uncomfortable, just full in a way that doesnât need words immediately. You sit in the passenger seat, staring out the window without really focusing on anything, replaying fragments of the night in pieces you still canât fully organize into something that makes sense. Shoko doesnât push you to talk. She just drives, occasionally glancing at you like sheâs making sure youâre still present, still here, still real.
When you finally arrive, she doesnât waste time.
âYouâre staying here,â she says as she unlocks her door, tone flat but certain. âAs long as you need. Donât argue.â
You donât.
Inside, her place feels quieter than yours in a way thatâs different, less haunted, more grounded. Like nothing bad has ever really been allowed to linger here long enough to settle. She leads you to her room without much ceremony, and you end up sitting on her bed first, then slowly lying down as the exhaustion finally catches up with everything your body has been ignoring all night.
Shoko sits beside you for a while, leaning back slightly, staring at the ceiling like sheâs thinking through too many things at once.
After a moment, she lets out a small breath.
âThose two,â she says casually, like sheâs commenting on something mildly annoying instead of life-threatening situations, âyour beavis and butthead duo⊠they always like this or is today special?â
Despite everything, a weak sound almost leaves you that mightâve been a laugh if your chest didnât feel so heavy. You turn your head slightly toward her.
âNo,â you say quietly. âSukuna was with me the whole time. Gojo left to get better movies.â
Shoko hums, like sheâs filing that away without judgment. âRight. Of course he did.â
Thereâs another pause after that, more natural this time. She pulls a blanket slightly over you without making it feel like a big gesture, just something automatic, like sheâs decided you donât get to deal with anything else tonight.
âGet some sleep,â she says after a while, already shifting to lie down beside you but not too close, giving you space without leaving you alone in it. âNothing else you can do tonight anyway.â
You donât answer immediately.
Your eyes stay open longer than they should, staring at the dim edge of the room, listening to Shokoâs breathing settle into something steady.
But your mind doesnât settle.
Because even now, even here, safe and away from it all, you canât stop replaying what she said earlier.
Do you think those twoâ
You turn your head slightly, just enough to glance at the dark ceiling.
And somewhere in the back of your mind, despite everything that just happened, you canât help it.
You wonder.
ââ á ââ
Morning doesnât really feel like morning when it starts with Shoko pulling the blanket off you and lightly smacking you in the shoulder with a pillow like sheâs trying to restart your entire existence instead of just waking you up. You barely move at first, still half stuck in that heavy in-between state where sleep didnât actually fix anything and your brain is already remembering things you werenât ready to think about again. Shoko doesnât say anything soft or careful about it, she just looks down at you with that tired expression of hers and sighs like sheâs already made up her mind.
âGet up,â she says bluntly, tossing the pillow back onto the bed. âWeâre going to campus."
You groan quietly into the blanket but don't really argue, mostly because your body feels too heavy to properly resist anything yet. The idea of going back to campus after everything feels almost unreal, like youâre stepping into a place that shouldâve paused while you were gone and somehow didnât.
The walk there doesnât help.
If anything, it makes it worse.
Campus feels different the moment you get close to itânot quieter, not calmer, just sharper. Like everyone already knows something about you before you even fully step through the gates. The shift is immediate; conversations lower just slightly when you pass, heads turning in that subtle way that pretends not to stare while still staring anyway. You catch fragments as you walk pastâyour name, the word âhouse,â âattack,â ânewsââall broken up into pieces that never fully form something respectful.
Itâs not fear in their voices.
Itâs curiosity.
And something worse underneath it.
Entertainment.
You keep your eyes forward, shoulders tight, while Shoko walks beside you like none of it is worth slowing down for. Someone calls out something behind youâhalf question, half jokeâbut she doesnât even turn around. She just pushes forward through the crowd without hesitation, making space by existing in it like she refuses to acknowledge the noise.
âHey, isnât that her?â someone says louder.
âDude, she actually punched that reporterââ
âThat was insane, though.â
You hear it all even when you try not to.
Shoko clicks her tongue once, annoyed now, and pushes through a cluster of students blocking the hallway until the noise thins just enough for you to breathe again. Thatâs when you see them.
Gojo is leaning against a railing like heâs been waiting there on purpose, hands in his pockets, expression already lighting up when he spots you. Sukuna is a little further back, standing instead of sitting, posture the same as always but his eyes immediately landing on you like theyâve been checking for you before anything else in the room.
You donât even realize youâre walking toward them until you are.
âHow are you guys?â you ask before you can overthink it, voice quieter than you intended.
Gojo reacts first, like he always does, grin snapping back into place immediately even though thereâs something about his eyes that doesnât fully match it. âAlive, unfortunately. I was really hoping for a quieter morning.â
You let out a small breath through your nose despite yourself.
âThatâs not funny,â you say automatically.
âItâs a little funny,â he shrugs. âIn a tragic, character-development kind of way.â
Shoko exhales like sheâs already tired of him being alive in general. âIâm going to the cafeteria. Donât let him say anything stupid while Iâm gone.â
Sukuna doesnât look at her, but his voice is flat when he answers anyway. âNo promises.â
That earns him a side-eye from Gojo immediately.
âYouâre so supportive,â Gojo mutters.
Shoko doesnât respond. She just looks at you once, briefly, something quieter in her expression now before she turns away. âSee you later.â
And then sheâs gone.
That leaves you standing there with them.
Which somehow feels louder than the hallway.
Students pass by in waves now that Shoko isnât blocking the path, and with it comes attention againâmore obvious this time. You hear it before you see it. Whispered comments, laughter that doesnât bother hiding itself, phones subtly angled like people are already recording without actually recording. Someone nearby whispers, âThatâs her, right?â like youâre not standing two feet away.
Then another voice, louder, careless: âBro she actually hit a reporter. Thatâs kinda hotâ
You stop walking for half a second without meaning to.
Gojo hears it too, but instead of reacting the way you expect, he just tilts his head slightly and mutters, âYeah, that was kind of hot, not gonna lie.â
âGojo,â you say immediately, warning in your tone.
âWhat? Iâm being supportive.â
Sukuna finally shifts his gaze slightly toward the crowd, eyes narrowing just enough that the people closest instinctively quiet down, like something about his stare registers as a line they shouldnât cross even if no one says it out loud.
You donât stay there long.
Itâs too much attention, too many eyes, too many voices pretending theyâre not talking about you while absolutely talking about you.
âI need to go,â you say suddenly, already stepping back.
Gojo lifts a hand slightly like heâs about to joke again, then seems to think better of it. âBathroom break or emotional escape?â
You ignore him and keep walking.
Behind you, you hear Sukunaâs voice, lower than the rest.
âSheâs not fine.â
And then Gojo, quieter than before. âYeah. No shit.â
But youâre already gone before either of them can say anything else.
The bathroom is empty when you get there, which is the first relief youâve had all morning. You shut the door behind you and just stand there for a second, hands braced lightly against the sink as your reflection stares back at you like it doesnât quite match what you feel inside.
Because it doesnât.
Nothing about today feels normal.
Nothing about you does either.
And for a moment, in the quiet, you let yourself breathe without anyone watching.
Just for a second.
The bathroom was quiet enough that you could finally hear yourself think, which was exactly why you stayed in the stall longer than necessary, sitting with your elbows resting on your knees while you stared down at the cracked tile floor beneath the door and tried to force your brain into something calmer than whatever the hell this entire day had become.
Ever since you got to campus it felt like every hallway turned into a spotlight the second you walked through it, conversations lowering just enough for you to notice, eyes flicking toward you and away again like people were trying to decide whether you were interesting or dangerous or just something to talk about until they got bored.
You closed your eyes for a second, not because you were relaxed, but because you were tired in a way that sat behind your ribs and refused to go away no matter how much you tried to ignore it, and the moment you did, everything from the last night started slipping back in anywayâthe phone call, the voice, the way it spoke like it already knew how your life fit together better than you did, and the worst part was that even now, in a public bathroom with fluorescent lights buzzing above you, part of you still felt like it was somewhere nearby watching instead of gone.
The bathroom door opened suddenly, snapping you out of your thoughts so fast your body went still without permission, and a group of girls walked in laughing like they owned the space, voices bouncing off the mirrors while they fixed their hair and leaned into each other like nothing outside of themselves mattered.
At first you tried to tune them out, staring down again and telling yourself it wasnât worth it, it never was, until one of them said your name in that careless tone people use when they donât think the person theyâre talking about can hear them.
âDoesnât it feel kind of off though?â one of them said, laughing a little like she already knew she was going to be agreed with.
Another voice cut in immediately, sharper, more certain. âThank you, Iâve been saying that. Everyoneâs acting like itâs all just happening to her for no reason, but itâs weird, right? Like what are the chances.â
You felt your shoulders tighten slightly at the sink even though you were still hidden in the stall, your body reacting before your mind fully caught up, because now you were listening even though you didnât want to be.
âIâm just saying,â another girl added, âfirst the calls, then the whole campus situation, then sheâs suddenly everywhere after that reporter thing? Itâs like it keeps escalating around her specifically.â
A small laugh followed that didnât sound like humor so much as curiosity being disguised as confidence. âPeople do weird things for attention, Iâm not even trying to be mean, but like⊠it adds up.â
Your fingers curled slowly against your palm without you noticing at first, your nails pressing into skin just enough to ground you because otherwise you werenât sure what youâd do with all the heat building behind your ribs.
Not because you believed them, but because of how easily they were saying it, like they were piecing together a story about someone theyâd never actually looked at properly.
âHonestly,â one of them said after a pause, voice dropping slightly like she was enjoying it more now, âif sheâs involved in something, that would explain a lot.â
That earned a laugh from the group.
âStop, thatâs insane,â someone said, but she was laughing too.
âImagine though,â another added, âplot twist sheâs actually the killer.â
More laughter, louder this time, like it was funny to make something like that into a joke instead of a person.
You pressed your tongue lightly against the inside of your cheek, trying not to react, because reacting would mean giving them something they didnât deserve, but it was getting harder to stay still the longer they talked like your entire life was just a theory they were running for entertainment.
Eventually one of them checked her phone and sighed like she was bored already.
âWeâre gonna be late.â
âYeah, whatever.â
Their footsteps shifted toward the door, voices fading back into the hallway like nothing had happened at all, and one of them laughed one last time before leaving.
âIf she is the killer, I hope she doesnât stab me for saying that.â
The door shut.
Silence dropped back into the bathroom like it had been waiting.
You stayed in the stall for a few seconds longer than you needed to, not because you were scared, but because anger didnât really know where to go when there was nowhere to aim it, and when you finally stood up, you didnât look at the mirror right away because you already knew what your face would look like if you did.
By the time you washed your hands and stepped out, youâd already rebuilt your expression into something neutral enough to pass for normal, even if it didnât feel like it belonged to you anymore.
ââ á ââ
First period didnât feel any easier.
Shoko noticed you the second you sat down beside her, not because you said anything different, but because you didnât say anything at all, just dropped into your seat a little too carefully like you were trying not to spill something inside yourself, and when she glanced at you, her expression shifted slightly into something more observant than usual.
âYou okay?â she asked, not softly, just direct, like she already knew what the answer probably wasnât going to be.
You shrugged once, forcing it to look casual even though it felt off the second it left you. âIâm fine.â
Her eyes stayed on you for a moment longer than comfortable, reading the space between your words more than the words themselves, then she leaned back in her chair slightly with a small exhale.
âYou look pissed.â
âIâm not,â you said, a little too quickly.
That earned a quiet look from her, the kind that didnât accuse you of lying but didnât believe you either.
âYouâre a terrible liar,â she said finally.
A small almost-smile pulled at your mouth before you could stop it, but it didnât fully land, so you just looked away instead and opened your notebook like that would fix anything.
âCan we not do this right now?â you muttered.
Shoko didnât push it further, just nodded once and turned her attention forward again, but the silence between you didnât feel empty, it felt full of things neither of you were saying.
ââ á ââ
The announcement came later in the day when nobody expected anything more than normal class updates, the intercom crackling overhead and pulling the entire room into attention out of habit more than concern at first, because announcements were usually nothing important, just schedule changes or reminders or things people ignored while scrolling on their phones.
âStudents and staff,â the voice began, and something about the tone immediately made the room feel different.
It wasnât calm.
It was controlled.
Like the person speaking was holding something back.
âPlease remain calm. Due to an emergency situation on campus, classes are being dismissed early today.â
A few students straightened slightly, confused more than alarmed, but nobody fully reacted yet because âearly dismissalâ didnât mean anything serious on its own.
Then the pause came.
A fraction of silence that lasted just long enough to feel wrong.
âWe have received confirmation that the principal was found deceased earlier this morning.â
For a second, the room didnât understand what it had heard.
It just hung there.
Too heavy to process immediately.
Then everything broke at once.
Voices erupted across the classroom, chairs shifting violently, someone laughing like they didnât know how else to respond, someone else swearing under their breath, the teacher trying to speak over all of it and failing almost instantly.
You didnât move right away.
You just sat there, staring at nothing in particular, because your brain was still trying to decide whether this was real or just another thing being added to a list that was already too long to make sense of.
And in the noise of everyone else reacting, one thought pushed through anyway, cold and unavoidable.
This wasnât random anymore.
Not to you.
Not in your life.
Something was connected, even if you couldnât see how yet.
And that realization made the room feel a lot smaller than it was supposed to be.
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(This a continuation to part 1 !!! If you haven't read)
omg im nervous i never done this befoređŁ but can you write bakugo drabble of him coning back to huge big penthouse later than he said he was gonna be cause patrol went long and he finds his gf touching herself and he walks in PISSED bc thats his job and he refuses to let her touch him cause she was naughty THANKS
âź buzzinâ .á katsuki bakugo
â° 18+ MDNI. fem! reader, established relationship, VIBRATOR USAGE, voyeurism, kissing, mutual masturbation, thigh riding, umm⊠katsuki using your vibratior on himself .á (wc: 2.1k)
you were feeling increasingly irritated as the hours went on, poor puffy pussy lips growing extremely wet and neglected, you couldnât hold out much longer, confidently making your way into katsuki's silkened bed sheets with legs spread wide, fingertips dipping into the waistband of your panties.
the sun had already set below the horizon, the pale moonlight shining its pretty iridescent hues through the floor length windows, the subtle darkness allowing yourself to fully let loose, not a care in the world passing you by.
sighing, you began to rub the softest little circles into your pulsating clit, feeling yourself hurriedly beginning to relax the rest of the way downwards on the mattress, head thumping the feathery pillow and knees hitting either side of the bed.
your already soaked cunt became uncontrollably sticky, the kind of want and desire katsuki would be lappinâ up with his pink tongueâif he was here of course. with shaky breaths you swipe into it, two delicate fingers slotting down towards your achy hole, the wetness seeping from your canal like a river of golden nectar.
but it wasnât enough, tossing your head to side and pulling your soaked fingers out of your underwear, you reached over to the side of the bed, pulling out the tiny purple vibrator katuski hid away for you to be used during the desperate times like these; aka when you really needed to cum and he was nowhere to be found.
ridiculous.
you knew it was greedy. acting as if you were unable to wait just another hour for him to be home, but desperation decided to take over your rationale, slippery fingertips fumbling with the indented button on the side to toy with the fancy settings.
pressing it once caused it to lightly buzz, assuming it was the perfect speed to tease your clit with, pushing it two more times, the buzzing continued, only leveling up the intensity of said movements, the third setting surely too much to handle tonight.
clicking to the forth, fifth, and sixth setting, the bullet completely changed up its previous vibrations, different courses of uneven patterns stuttering and pulsating so intensely it shook your wrist. widening your gaze, you felt unsure of where to even begin with the toy.
you settled on the second setting, not too soft yet strong enough to make you squirm, it was just what you needed to relieve the ache katsuki couldnât help with. tearing your panties down your legs, you swiftly got to work, adjusting yourself wide open for your new found friend of the evening.
a gasp released from your lips once you pressed it up against your cunt, the circular tip smushing perfectly on top of your slippery clit, giving you just enough stimuli to feel complete.
it was heaven sent. finally having something to pass the time alone, the dull ache between your legs starting to subside as it massaged your gushy folds expertly, little jolts of pleasure sending jitters down your thighs. you slammed your eyes shut, shaky gasps unraveling into roaring moans, not care about anything else other than the toy buzzinâ between your thighs.
getting lost in the feeling, you were unaware katsuki came home and was currently staring at you in the doorframe. for once, he was unable to find the right words to say, cluelessly leaning against the etched mahogany with his hands crossed over his waist, mind at a crossroads with exactly what to do with you.
you looked so pretty like this, the small cast of light shining just below your navel, fingertips gripping the vibrator as if you needed it to stay alive, squelching cunt rivaling the dull buzzes the toy sings into the night.
vibrant garnet eyes watch you play with yourself for what feels like hours, only choosing to finally speak up when he notices you getting closer to your climax, his voice cutting through the tangled sounds directly in front of him.
âgettinâ started without me?â
you practically fall off the bed when you hear his gravelly voice, stumbling over words of uncertain apologies, quickly pulling the toy away from your clit. it vibrates in your hand, sounding hallow as it sits in a flat fist pressed into the mattress. leaning up on your elbows to face the man who caught you playing with your pussy, your voice begins to shake, âk-katsuki! iââ
ââi what?â heâs questioning, legs dipping into the edge of the mattress, tongue clicking to the roof of his mouth when you donât respond, ânow that you know iâve been standinâ here for ten minutes you wanna get fuckinâ shy?â
âit was not ten minutes!â you gasp in horror at the fact was watching you for so long, the weight of him getting closer causing your heart to rapidly pound in uneven repetitions, blood pooling in your eardrums.
âitâs been long enough for me to notice you gettinâ off by yourself, thought you were going to wait up fâme.â
âi wasâi am!â you feel bad now, laying in his bed, soaking his expensive sheets, you shouldâve just waited. quickly recovering, you clear your throat, laying back down and sighing, âiâm sorry kats, but âs not my fault you took so long getting home.â
âgot home as fast as i could,â he pushes back, toying with the uncomfortably tight waistband of his pants, voice continuing, ânow, are you gonna let me watch you play with your pussy, or do you want me to do it?â
.
when you reluctantly handed over the purple toy, you never expected for katsuki to use it like this.
running the little bullet up and down his thick cock with legs spread wide on his side of the bed to give you the perfect view of the toy caressing his cock. the royal purpleâs a stark difference to the milky shade of his veiny shaft, thick fingers tapping away at the âonâ button, the fluttering noises rapidly changing.
âshit, didnât realize how many fuckinâ settings this thing had,â heâs cursing, a pearly bead of pre drippinâ out of his heated slit, the clear mixture drifting to towards the buzzing toy.
your confident boyfriend settles on the third setting, the vibrations just as loud as the growl roaring from his throat once he slides it up to his head, âfuckkkkâŠâ heâs cursing, body tensing at the new found feeling of the vibrator caressing him with strange sensation heâs never felt until now.
youâre glad he turned on the lamp, watching in awe at his face twisting up in pleasure, eyebrows pinched, eyes slammed shut. âhowâs it feel katsuki?â youâre questioning, tastebuds slick with jealousy at how sexy he looks like this, the toy looking so minuscule against his girthy cock.
âfeels pretty fuckinâ weird, he grits through his teeth, starting to get used to the sensitivity, swirling the bullet around his tip, hips bucking off the bed at the harsh setting, âs-shittt! i can get why you were usinâ it without me baby.â
âjusâ missed you tsuki, you know iâm sorry, donât you?â purring, you claw at his bare chest, nails raking down the plush flesh of his pecs, translucent chest hairs tickling your fingertips.
he opens his eyes to look at you, pupils blown wide with lust, âyou know i woulda fucked you all night if you just waited on me.â
âyou still can katsuki!â you whine, cunt clenching around nothing when heâs gripping the bottom of his base, knuckles blanching as he squeezes it tightly.
âfuckâlay back ân spread yourself fâme baby, wanna see all of you.â blond hair nods in the direction of the sheets you messed up, eager to watch your slick cunt again; this time with a light on.
nervousness creeps up the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine, âitâs still d-dark in here âtsukiââ
ââdonât care how dark-shittt!â he interrupts, fist beginning to pump at his cock. he lets the toy do the rest of the work vibrating down the head, pretty rose hued tip beginning to bloom a painful shade of maroon, âlittle fuckinâ piece of plastic feels so damn good baby.â
you watch with an opened mouth, shoulders dipping backwards to the sheets. you spread your legs eagerly for katsuki to gawk at your slit, your pussy lips squelching at the new position, sticky sap practically doubling in size since you started watching katsuki play with himself in front of you.
you swipe your fingers through it, spreading them wide enough to open your glistening insides, biting your lip when katsuki moans, his cock uncontrollably jerking upwards in excitement, âhmmmm? but i feel better, donât i?â
âfuck yeah you do,â katsuki shakes his head, unable to focus on anything but the mess growing in front of him. suddenly heâs ripping his fist off his cock and grabbing your slick covered hand, pulling you in his direction the best he can, âcâmere ân give me a kiss.â
stumbling forward, you grab his hand for balance, shakily crawling towards him. he leads you to sit on his bare thigh, cunt dripping on the tensed muscle beneath it, your body so close your knee knocks into his hard vibrating cock.
âs-shit! get closer baby,â heâs groaning, abs tensing at the pleasure overcoming him. the toy feels good, too good. way better than any time heâs ever fisted his cock alone and almost as perfect as your tight lilâ pussy.
almost.
you lean into his pursed lips, pressing a messy kiss into them. instantly katsuki sticks his tongue out, swiping it over your bottom lip to coat you in his spit, and when you gasp in pleasure, heâs biting it between his teeth with just enough pressure to make you melt.
youâre fully humping him now, squelches and vibrations soaring through the bleak bedroom, both of you fully focused on making yourselves feel good, fucking yourselves silly with hopes to fall apart together like you always do.
youâve been attempting to cum for far too long, the teasing of your achy clit allowing the bundle of nerves to fester into intense sensitivity, each roll of your hips heating up deep inside your core.
he brings the vibrator down his shaft again, this time swapping the hand on his base to squeeze at his tip. the vibrator drifts towards his balls, tracing the thick vein that travels at the very bottom of his shaft.
katsuki wants to grab at you so damn bad itâs killing him. face flushing maroon, he listens to the little exasperated breaths youâre pressinâ past his lips. âlove you baby,â katsuki mumbles into your mouth, sucking on your tongue. he can taste the leftover toothpaste from your night routine, smiling when you moan around his mouth. âyou close? can fuckinâ f-feel it. youâre soakinâ me like crazy.â
âmhmâplease kats!â you whine, gripping the prickly locs of hair at the nape of his neck, the vibrations of the toy rubbing your leg each time you feverishly rock against him.
he desperately wants to see you cum first. the sinful look on your face as you fall apart always sending him right over the edge, he knows youâre getting closer by the way your words quiet down and your breathing gets heavier.
âcome on, you got it,â heâs grunting, clicking the button for the next option of vibrations, settling on the one where it stutters on and off, hips jerking at the uneven feeling, âshit! cum with me babyâfuck, fuck, fuckkk.âsuddenly, katsuki canât hold back anymore, the change in pace instantly forcing his cock to erupt all over the two of you.
it coats you in waves, the warm creamy liquid making a mess on his washboard abs, the droplets cascading the side of your body. you can feel it spilling all over you, leaking from your waist down to your thigh, syrupy liquid wrecking the sheets.
âkatsuki! oh my god!â youâre mewling, clammy hands gripping him into place to rub your clit just right. his words are like your very own magic button themselves, body trembling as your high tears through your body, hips halting to allow your release to roll through you, core tingling, eyes prickling with stars.
not bothering to turn the toy off, katsuki lazily throws it to the side, two hands pulling you completely on top of him in a straddle, sticky palms running up the expanse of your back. âgot ya real fuckinâ messy, didnât i?â
âmhm,â breathing out, you lazily fall into his neck, placing a kiss to the soft skin between his shoulder, âthatâs okay though, i love seeing you all needy like that.â
âhuh? yâcall that needy?â tossing you on your back, he hovers over your body, lips curling into a smirk, âthe only one needy was you fuckinâ that toy instead of waiting on me to do it myself.â
your jaw drops. then closes. then opens again.
âcâmon, yâknow im jusâ teasing you,â katsuki shakes his head, placing a kiss to the middle of your breasts, blond hair lowering between your thighs, âlemme clean ya up.â
a/n: divider creds @/fairytopea! mommy got carried away whoops because like⊠idk i think katsuki would lowkey only get off if ur getting off heâs mean but not mean to his needy baby hehe
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Youâre sprawled across Erenâs lap like always, legs dangling off the arm of the couch, head tucked under Satoruâs chin while he scrolls aimlessly on his phone. The three of you have been tangled like this for hours, while some dumb action movie flickers on the TV that none of you are really watching.
Itâs the kind of Friday night thatâs happened a hundred times before: snacks scattered, blanket fortress half-built, your body slotted perfectly between theirs like you were custom-made to fit the negative space they create when they sit too close.
Erenâs thumb keeps brushing slow, absent circles over the bare skin of your thigh where your oversized hoodie rode up and you're only wearing panties underneath. Satoruâs fingers are threaded loosely through your hair, tugging just enough to feel possessive without ever admitting it. Theyâre warm. Theyâre always warm.
And youâre so used to it, the casual touching, the way they both smell faintly of cedar and whatever cologne they stole from each other, that you never question how heavy their breathing gets when you shift and your ass presses back against Erenâs hips.
You yawn, stretch like a cat, and announce it without thinking.
âIâve got a date tomorrow night.â
The room doesnât freeze. Not exactly.
But the lazy thumb on your thigh stops dead. Toruâs fingers pause mid-scratch against your scalp. The only sound left is the muffled explosions from the television and the sudden harsh rhythm of Erenâs exhale through his nose.
âA date,â Eren repeats. Flat. Like heâs tasting something bitter.
âYeah,â you hum, oblivious, scrolling through your phone now. âThis guy from chem. Heâs cute. Kinda tall. Said heâd take me to that new ramen place downtown.â
Toruâs voice comes quieter than usual. Almost gentle. âTomorrow.â
âMhm.â You tilt your head back to look up at him, smiling all sweet and glassy-eyed like you always do when youâre happy. âWhy? You guys wanna come third-wheel? I can ask if heâs cool with it.â
Eren laughs, but itâs wrong. Sharp, with no humor in it at all.
He shifts under you suddenly, strong hands clamping around your hips, keeping you pinned right where you are. You squeak in surprise, thighs squeezing together on instinct.
âNo,â he says. Low and dangerous. âWe donât wanna third-wheel, princess.â
Toruâs hand slides from your hair down to your throatâŠnot choking, just⊠holding. Collarbone to jaw. His thumb brushing the soft skin under your chin so you have to look at him.
âYouâre not going,â he murmurs.
You blink up at him, lashes fluttering. âHuh?â
âYouâre not going on a date,â Eren cuts in, voice rougher now, hips rolling up just enough that you feel exactly how hard he is. Not subtle. Not pretending anymore. The thick outline of him presses insistently against your ass through thin layers of fabric. âNot with him. Not with anyone.â
Your breath catches. Youâre still trying to process, still trying to stay in that sweet, fuzzy headspace where theyâre just your overprotective best friends so when Toru leans down and kisses the corner of your mouth soft, teasing and barely there, you're a bit stunned to say the least.
But Eren doesnât tease.
He grabs your chin, turns your face towards him, and kisses you like heâs been starving for it. Deep and messy, his tongue sliding against yours before you can even gasp. One hand fists in your hair while the other slips under the hoodie, rough palm skating up your bare stomach until heâs cupping your breast, thumb flicking over your nipple like heâs done it a thousand times in his head, he grabs it and balls up the fabric in his palm and tugs it off you, throwing it behind the couch without care.
When he finally pulls back, both of you are breathing hard. Your lips are swollen. His eyes are dilated, black eating the emerald green.
âWeâve been good,â he rasps. âSo fucking good. Letting you prance around in those tiny shorts, letting you sleep between us, letting you rub that pretty little body all over us every night like itâs nothing. But a date?â He laughs again low and bitter. âNah, baby. That shit ends tonight.â
Toruâs mouth finds your neck. Open-mouthed, he sucks a bruise right under your jaw while his hand slides between your thighs, not touching your pussy yet, just cupping you over your panties, letting you feel the heat of his palm.
âYouâve been so sweet to us,â Toru whispers against your skin. âLetting us hold you. Letting us get hard and pretend itâs an accident. But weâre done pretending, baby.â
Erenâs fingers pinch your nipple harder and you whimper embarrassingly which makes them both look at each other in unison and smirk.
âWe both think about this cunt every single night,â he growls. âEvery time you fall asleep between us, weâre rock fucking hard imagining how tight youâd feel. How wet you are, how youâd cry our names when we finally stretch you open.â
Toru hums in agreement, middle finger pressing just enough against your clit through the cotton that your hips jerk.
âYouâre ours,â he says simply. Like itâs obvious. Like itâs always been obvious. âAlways have been. You just didnât know we were waiting for permission to take whatâs ours.â
Eren leans in again, lips brushing yours.
âTell us you want it,â he murmurs. âTell us you want both of us. Or we stop right now⊠and you can go on your little date tomorrow like a good girl.â
His thumb brushes your bottom lip.
âBut if you doâŠâ He smiles slowly, a feral glint in his eyes,"We're not letting you leave this couch until your pussyâs so full of us you canât even think about another manâs name.â
Your thighs tremble.
Your heart hammers, you aren't entirely sure if the imagery Erenâs just conjured up is what has your body on fire and mind in disarray with boiling want. Do you really want them both at the same time, your best friendsâŠwere you always this naive about them or did you just realise that you want them too.. God, yes you fucking do.
And between them now, with their warmth, dicks hard and unyielding tension, you feel something inside you finally give in.
Soft and sweet and a little dumb with want.
ââŠplease,â you whisper.
Eren groans like you just handed him the keys to heaven.
Toru smiles against your throat.
âGood girl.â
Youâre still trembling from the way they pinned you down, Erenâs mouth bruising yours, Satoruâs teeth grazing your throat and when Toru shifts, sitting up straighter on the couch. His hoodie is rucked up just enough to show the sharp cut of his hips, the light trail of hair disappearing into gray sweats that are doing nothing to hide how fucking thick he is.
âBaby,â he says, voice all soft velvet now, âneed your mouth.â
Your eyes drop automatically. His hand catches yours, guides it down slow until your palm presses flat over the obscene bulge. Even through the fabric you can feel the heat, the heavy throb. Heâs so hard it looks painful, long, thick and curving up toward his stomach like itâs begging.
âSee, baby? mâhard for you,â he murmurs, thumb brushing over your knuckles while he makes you feel every inch. âBeen like this every night you sleep between us. Couldnât help it. Your little ass grinding back, those tiny whimpers you make in your sleep⊠fuck.â
You swallow. Your mouth feels too wet, too empty.
He tugs the waistband of his sweats down just enough. No underwear.. you think thats gross but also fucking hot ugh. Just him and his fat, flushed cock, the tip already slick and shiny with precum that beads at the slit and drips slow down the underside. It twitches when the cool air hits it. So pretty. So stupidly big. The kind of cock that makes your thighs clench on instinct.
Youâre sweet about it. Always sweet. You lean forward without being told twice, pressing the softest, open-mouthed kiss right to the fat head. Your lips brush the sticky tip and he hisses through his teeth, hips jerking like he canât help it.
âGood girl,â Toru breathes. One hand cups the back of your head, not pushing, just holding. âJust like that. Kiss it again. Taste me, pretty please.â
You do. Another slow, filthy kiss. Then another. Letting your tongue flick out to lap at the precum, salty and warm. He groans low in his throat.
âOpen up, baby. Gonna teach you exactly how I like it.â
You part your lips. He guides himself in slowly, inch by thick inch, until the head sits heavy on your tongue. Your eyes water instantly at the stretch, but you donât pull back. You just look up at him with those big, glassy eyes while he starts telling you what he wants.
âSuck the tip first.. yeah aaaah- just like that. Swirl your pretty tongue around it. Fuck⊠goodness baby. Now take a little more. Relax your throat for me, sweet thing. Breathe through your nose.â
You try. You really try. Heâs so big it makes your jaw ache already, but the way heâs looking at you like youâre the prettiest thing heâs ever seen makes you want to take all of him. You hollow your cheeks, suck soft, letting your tongue drag along the thick vein underneath.
Behind you, Erenâs been patient. Too patient.
His hands find the backs of your thighs, prying them apart until youâre spread wide across his lap. Cool air hits your soaked panties and you whimper around Toruâs cock.
âCome on, baby girl,â Eren growls against the shell of your ear. âWonât you let me see this pretty pussy? Been dying to look at it properly.â
His fingers hook into the crotch of your panties, tugging them to the side. Youâre dripping. Embarrassingly so, strings of slick connecting your folds to the fabric when he pulls it away and he groans like heâs in pain.
âFuck. Look at her, Toru. Sheâs fucking soaked.â
Toruâs hips stutter forward, pushing a little deeper into your mouth at the sight. You gag softly but keep going, drool's already slipping down your chin.
Erenâs fingers slide through your folds slowly with deliberate care, coating themselves in your wetness before he finds your clit. Cute little swollen thing, peeking out and begging. He rubs it in tight, mean circles with his thumb while two fingers tease your entrance, not pushing in yet. Just circling. Spreading you open.
âSo wet for us,â he mutters. âThis little cuntâs been waiting, huh? Knew you needed both of us stretching you out.â
You moan around Toruâs cock, the vibrations making him curse under his breath. Your hips buck forward into Erenâs hand without thinking, chasing the pressure on your clit.
Toruâs grip tightens in your hair. âThatâs it, baby. Keep sucking. Gonna fuck your mouth slow while Eren plays with this perfect pussy. Youâre doing so good for us.â
Eren slips one finger inside you, then another immediately, curling them just right while his thumb keeps working your clit in relentless little strokes. Youâre shaking now, thighs trembling, drool dripping down Toruâs cock as you try to take him deeper.Â
Eren hooks his fingers into the thin waistband of your panties now, tugging them down with slow, patient care, down the swell of you ass and the crotch is soaked, from his spit and your sticky slick. Once he gets it off he presses an open mouthed kiss to your pretty cunt, his mouth fully englufing you with no barrier stopping him anymore.
Theyâve got you right where they want you, split open between them, mouth full, cunt dripping, completely theirs.
And theyâre only just getting started.
Toruâs grip in your hair turns firmer but not cruel, just enough to remind you whoâs in control. He rocks his hips up slow, feeding you another thick inch until the head bumps the back of your throat and your eyes water instantly. You gag around him, soft and wet, helpless little sound that makes his abs flex and his breath hitch.
âFuck, baby⊠thatâs it,â he groans, voice wrecked. âGag on it. Let me feel that tight little throat squeeze me. Youâre so sweet when you try to take it all.â
Tears prick your lashes. Drool spills from the corners of your mouth, slicking down his shaft, dripping onto your chin and the couch beneath. Youâre messy for him, always so eager to please and he loves it. Loves the way your tongue still tries to swirl even when youâre struggling, the way your cheeks hollow every time he pulls back just to push in again.
Behind you, Erenâs done playing nice.
Heâs got your thighs shoved wide, knees hooked over his shoulders now so your ass is lifted just enough for him to bury his face where heâs been dying to be. Rough hands spread your cunt open, his fingers digging into soft, slick flesh, holding you apart like heâs displaying you. Youâre so wet itâs obscene: glistening folds, clit swollen and throbbing, strings of arousal clinging to his fingers when he pulls them away.
âLook at this sloppy little pussy,â he mutters against your inner thigh, hot breath fanning over your core. âDripping all over my hand just from sucking him off. You love being used like this, donât you?â
Before you can even whimper around Toruâs cock, Eren slaps your pussy, a sharp, wet smack that makes your whole body jolt. The sting blooms fast into heat, clit pulsing harder. You cry out muffled around the thick length filling your mouth.
Eren does it again. Harder. The sound is filthy, each wet smacks echoing in the quiet room. Your hips buck uselessly, cunt clenching around nothing.
âSensitive already?â he taunts, voice low and mean. Then he spits, right on your clit, a thick glob of saliva landing perfectly, sliding down your folds. He watches it drip with dark eyes before leaning in and dragging his tongue flat from your entrance to your clit in one long, slow stripe.
You sob around Toru. The vibration makes him curse and thrust deeper, holding you there until your nose brushes his pelvis and youâre choking sweetly, and tears streaming.
Eren eats you like heâs starving. Tongue flicking fast over your clit, then sucking it between his lips with hard pulls that make your thighs shake. He alternates: sloppy open-mouthed kisses to your folds, tongue dipping inside to fuck you shallow, then back to circling that needy little bud. Every time you get close, your hips grinding and muffled moans turning desperate, he pulls back. Just enough.
Edging and Torturing you⊠keeping you right on the brink.
âUh-uh,â he growls when your cunt flutters, so close you can taste it. Another slap, lighter this time, but it still makes you yelp around Toruâs cock. âNot yet, baby girl. You donât come until we say.â
Toruâs breathing is ragged now, hips stuttering as he fucks your throat in shallow thrusts. âSheâs gonna make me come if she keeps moaning like that,â he warns Eren, but thereâs no real complaint in it, just raw need. âFuck⊠her mouthâs so warm. So fucking wet.â
Eren hums against your clit, the vibration ripping another choked sound from you. He spits again messily then sucks your clit back into his mouth while two fingers slide inside, curling against that spot that makes your eyes roll back.
Youâre shaking. Drooling. Gagging sweetly every time Toru bottoms out. Cunt clenching around Erenâs fingers while he edges you mercilessly with every lick, suck, slap, spit, repeat.
Theyâve got you trapped between them, mouth stuffed full, pussy spread and devoured, body trembling on the edge of something massive.
Toruâs thumb brushes a tear from your cheek, almost tenderly and he slips his cock out of from your mouth and taps the tip of his cock to your lips as you catch your breath, smearing bubbly saliva and pre over your lips messily.
âSuch a good girl,â he whispers. âTaking us both so pretty.â
Eren pulls back just long enough to murmur against your dripping folds:
âGonna let you come soon, baby⊠but only when youâre choking on his load and begging for mine.â
Your whole body clenches at the promise.
Theyâre not stopping.
Not until youâre ruined for anyone else.
Eren pulls back from your dripping cunt with a wet, obscene sound, his lips shiny, chin slick with you. Heâs breathing hard, eyes dark and blown out like heâs high off the taste. Without a word he shifts, lying flat on his back along the couch, one arm hooked behind his head while the other reaches for your hip.
âCome on, baby,â he rasps, voice rough from all the growling and licking. âSit on my face. Need this pretty pussy grinding on my tongue right fucking now.â
Youâre still dazed, mouth swollen from Toru, thighs shaking from the edging, but the command cuts through the fog. You crawl forward on shaky knees, straddling his head. He doesnât wait for you to settle. Big hands clamp around your hips and yank you down hard until your soaked cunt is pressed flush to his mouth.
The first swipe of his tongue is filthy, long and flat dragging from your entrance all the way up to your clit. He groans into you like youâre the best thing heâs ever tasted, vibrations ripping a broken moan from your throat. Then heâs eating you messy: lips sucking at your folds, tongue fucking inside shallow and greedy, nose bumping your clit with every tilt of his head. Heâs loud about it slurping, sucking and growling against your core like heâs trying to drink you dry.
Your hands scramble for purchase, fingers digging into the back of the couch as your hips rock instinctively, grinding down on his face. He loves it. Encourages it with bruising grips, guiding you to ride his tongue harder and faster.
Toruâs been watching the whole time, stroking himself slow and lazy while you gagged on him earlier. Now he stands up beside the couch, his sweats shoved down to his thighs, cock flushed dark and glistening from your spit. He steps closer, one hand fisting the base while the other cups your jaw, tilting your face toward him.
âOpen up again, baby,â he murmurs, thumb brushing your bottom lip. âGonna fuck this pretty mouth while he eats you out.â
You part your lips on instinct, still so sweet, so pliant and he slides back in. Not gentle this time. He pushes deep right away, hitting the back of your throat until your eyes water fresh and you gag around him, sloppy and wet. Drool spills immediately, running down your chin, dripping onto Erenâs chest below you.
Toru starts thrusting in, slow at first, letting you adjust, then deeper, harder. One hand tangles in your hair to hold you steady while the other braces on the back of the couch. âThatâs it⊠throat me like a good girl. Fuck, look at you nmgh taking it so sloppy, making such aaah mess.â
Every time he bottoms out you choke. Sweet, wet gurgles that make Eren groan louder into your cunt. The sound vibrates straight through your clit and you buck harder against his face, smearing yourself all over his mouth, his nose, his chin. He doesnât care. He just spreads you wider with his thumbs, tongue flicking fast over your clit before sucking it between his lips again, relentlessly.
His own hand slips down, his fingers wrapping around his neglected cock, stroking himself in rough, tight pulls while he devours you. The wet schlick of his fist mixes with the filthy sounds of his mouth on your pussy and Toruâs dick sliding in and out of your throat.
Youâre caught perfectly between them: hips grinding desperate on Erenâs tongue, throat stuffed full of Toruâs thick length, drool and slick everywhere. Your moans are muffled and broken, vibrating around him every time Eren licks that perfect spot inside you with his tongue.
Toruâs hips stutter, breath hitching. âFuck⊠gonna cum soon if you keep choking on me like that, baby.â
Eren pulls back just enough to growl against your folds, words muffled but clear. âNot yet. She comes first. Then we both fill her up.â
He dives back in, sucking your clit hard, tongue flicking merciless while his fingers dig into your ass, spreading you even wider so he can bury his face deeper.
Youâre trembling, thighs quaking, so close it hurts.
Toru fucks your mouth faster. Shallow, sloppy thrusts that make spit drip down onto Erenâs abs.
Eren strokes himself harder, hips bucking up into his fist like he canât help it.
Theyâve got you right there teetering, dripping, stuffed full and theirs.
Just a little more.
And youâre going to shatter.
It hits you like a wave you canât outrun.
Erenâs tongue is relentlessly sucking your clit in hard, pulsing pulls while his fingers dig into your hips, holding you down so you canât escape even if you wanted to. Your thighs lock around his head, whole body seizing as the pressure snaps. You cum hard shaking. Cries muffled around Toruâs cock, hips grinding down messy and desperate onto Erenâs face. Slick floods his mouth; he drinks it up greedily, groaning deep vibrations straight into your core that drag the orgasm out longer, sharper, until youâre sobbing with it.
Your cunt pulses around nothing, clenching on air, dripping down his chin, his neck. He doesnât stop licking, not even when youâre twitching and oversensitive. Just softer laps now, soothing the raw edges while you shudder through the aftershocks.
Toruâs been fucking your throat steady, but the way you choke and moan around him when you come tips him over. He pulls back suddenly. Only the fat, swollen tip still resting on your tongue and strokes himself faster and rough.
âFuck ngh open wide, baby,â he pants. âGonna, fuck- give it to you.â
You do. Tongue out, lips parted, eyes glassy and teary from everything staring up at him. He groans low, hips jerking, and comes thick, rope after hot, heavy rope painting your tongue white. Itâs so much it spills a little at the corners of your mouth before you can catch it all. Warm and salty, thick enough that it clings n pools heavy in the center of your tongue.
He milks the last drops out with slow strokes, smearing the tip across your lips like heâs marking you.
âDonât swallow it yet, pretty girl,â he murmurs, voice wrecked and soft all at once. âNeed to see it first.â
You stay like that, kneeling between them, thighs still trembling from Erenâs mouth, mouth full of Toruâs load. Eren finally eases you up just enough to sit back against the couch arm, pulling you half into his lap so youâre still facing Toru. His hands slide up your sides, possessively, while he watches with dark emerald, hungry eyes.
Toru steps closer. Cups your jaw gently but firm, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth where a little escaped.
âShow me,â he says.
You part your lips slowly, careful not to let any spill. Your tongue coated, its thick, pearlescent-white, his cum sitting heavy and pooling in the middle, strings of it connecting to the roof of your mouth when you part wider. Itâs obscene. Beautifully yours.
Toru exhales shaky. âFuck⊠look at that. All for us.â
He reaches in, two long fingers sliding past your lips, pressing into the warm pool of his own release. He stirs it lazy, coating his fingertips, feeling how thick and sticky it is while you whimper softly around the intrusion. Your eyes flutter, lashes wet.
Then he pulls his fingers out, glistening, dripping, and brings them straight to his own mouth. Sucks them clean and slow, tongue swirling around the digits, tasting himself mixed with the faint sweetness of your spit. His eyes never leave yours, cerulean eyes a hint darker and possessive, like heâs claiming every part of this.
âSweet,â he murmurs against his fingers. âBut not as sweet as youâre gonna taste when we both fill that pretty cunt next.â
Erenâs hand slips between your thighs again, fingers brushing your still-throbbing clit, making you jolt.
âOur turn to mark you inside,â Eren growls low against your ear, nipping the lobe. âGonna stuff you so full youâll be leaking us for days.â
Youâre still holding Toruâs cum on your tongue, thick, warm and waiting.
Toru leans down, kisses the corner of your mouth softly.
âNow swallow, baby,â he whispers. âTake all of me⊠then weâll give you both.â
Your throat works. You swallow slow, feeling it slide down, warm and heavy while they watch like itâs the hottest thing theyâve ever seen.
And when your lips part again, empty now, Erenâs already shifting you, lining himself up.
Theyâre nowhere near done.
Not even close.
Erenâs hands are already on your hips the second you finish swallowing, rough palms sliding up your sides, guiding you with that same possessive grip heâs always had but never let loose like this. He pulls you forward until youâre straddling his lap, knees sinking into the couch cushions on either side of his thighs. Your arms loop around his shoulders automatically, fingers digging into the back of his neck, forehead dropping to rest against his as you try to catch your breath.
Heâs hard again, thick and flushed, leaking at the tip from stroking himself while he ate you out. The head nudges against your soaked entrance, slicking itself in your arousal without even trying. You whimper at the contact, hips twitching forward on instinct.
âEasy, baby girl,â Eren murmurs, voice low and wrecked. One hand stays clamped on your hip while the other reaches between you, guiding himself right to your opening. âGonna take me slow and let me feel every inch of this tight little cunt finally wrap around me?â
You nod dumbly and eager, still hazy from coming so hard, and you start to sink down.
The stretch is immediate. Intense. Heâs thick enough that your walls flutter and grip around the head the second it pops inside, and you gasp sharply against his mouth. Eren groans like heâs been punched in the gut, head falling back against the couch for a second before he snaps it forward again to watch your face.
âFuck⊠look at you,â he breathes. âTaking me so pretty already.â
You keep sinking down slow and carefully, until heâs buried halfway in. Your thighs tremble from the burn of it and thatâs when Toru moves.
Heâs been right behind you the whole time, silent and patient, stroking himself lazy while he watched. Now he presses in close, chest flush to your back, one arm banding around your waist to hold you steady while his other hand slides down between your spread thighs.
As you take another inch of Eren, Toru shoves two fingers into your dripping cunt right alongside Erenâs cock.
The stretch doubles instantly. Your walls clamp down hard, fluttering wildly around the sudden fullness. You cry out high and broken, head tipping back against Toruâs shoulder.
âFuck, baby,â Toru whispers hot against your ear, fingers curling deep, pressing against that spot that makes your toes curl. âSo tight. So fucking full already and weâre just getting started.â
Erenâs hips jerk up on instinct, pushing deeper while Toruâs fingers thrust in shallow, matching the rhythm. The drag is obscene, Erenâs thick length stretching you open, Toruâs fingers rubbing against him through your walls, slick sounds filling the room every time they move.
âYouâll let me stretch this pretty pussy out too, hm?â Toru murmurs, voice all soft velvet as makes it sounds more like a promise than a threat. He scissors his fingers in slower, spreading you wider around Erenâs cock, making room. âGonna open you up nice and slow so you can take both of us. Gonna feel so good when I slide in right next to him⊠gonna ruin this little cunt for anyone else.â
Youâre shaking between them, overwhelmed and suffed, dripping down Erenâs shaft and Toruâs wrist. Erenâs mouth finds your throat, sucking a fresh bruise while he bottoms out fully, hips flush to yours. The pressure is insane, Erenâs cock throbbing deep inside, Toruâs fingers still working you open, curling and thrusting until youâre clenching so hard it hurts in the best way.
âGoddamn,â Eren growls against your skin. âSheâs gripping me like a fucking vice. Keep going, Toru ngh stretch her more. Wanna haah feel you in there with me.â
Toru adds a third finger in slow and carefully and you sob, nails digging into Erenâs shoulders. The burn blooms into heat, into pleasure so sharp it whites out your vision for a second.
âThatâs it,â Toru praises, lips brushing the shell of your ear. âSuch a good girl. Taking us both already. Gonna fuck you together soon⊠gonna fill you up until youâre leaking us for days.â
Eren starts rocking up into you with shallow thrusts that make his cock drag against Toruâs fingers with every stroke. Youâre so full you can barely think, just feel. Just take.
Theyâve got you pinned perfectly, in the front and back, cock and fingers, mouths and hands everywhere.
And theyâre only warming you up.
Toruâs fingers are still buried deep, three thick digits stretching you wide around Erenâs cock. When he finally starts to pull them out, slow. Every inch drags against your fluttering walls, against the heavy length already filling you, making you whimper and clench harder around Eren.
Youâre shaking in Erenâs lap, arms locked around his shoulders, forehead pressed to his as you try to breathe through the overwhelming fullness. Erenâs hands grip your hips like anchors, keeping you seated deep on him while he watches Toru over your shoulder with those emerald, impatient eyes.
Toruâs voice is low against the back of your neck, lips brushing skin. âGonna replace these fingers now, baby. Gonna slide right in next to him⊠gonna make this pretty pussy take us both.â
He shifts closer, chest flush to your back again, one hand steadying your waist while the other guides his cock down. The fat, slick head nudges right against your already-stretched entrance, pressing insistently beside Erenâs shaft. You feel the pressure immediately, hot, blunt, and impossible⊠fuck- it feels impossible and your breath hitches into a soft, panicked whine.
âShh,â Toru soothes, kissing the curve of your shoulder. âRelax for me. Youâve been so good⊠you can take it. Just breathe.â
Eren groans low when he feels Toru start to push, feels the thick head crowding in, stretching you further. âFuck⊠yeah, push in slow. Let her feel every inch.â
Youâre so wet it helps, slick dripping down Erenâs balls, coating Toruâs tip but the stretch is blinding. Toru rocks forward gently at first, just the head breaching you alongside Eren. Your walls burn, fluttering wildly, trying to accommodate the impossible double thickness. A broken sob tears from your throat; your nails dig crescent moons into Erenâs shoulders.
âToo much?â Eren murmurs against your lips, kissing you soft and messy to distract you. âYouâre doing so good, baby girl. Look at you, taking two cocks like you were made for it.â
You whine, embarrassed by the fact of his words. Eren soothes you gently, petting your back with slow strokes, shushing you in his arms.
Toru takes that as a sign to sink in deeper, inch by slow, torturous inch, until heâs buried to the hilt right next to Eren. The fullness is obscene: two thick lengths pressed flush together inside you, walls stretched thin and tremble around them. You can feel every vein, every throb, the way they twitch against each other through the thin barrier of your body.
âGoddamn,â Toru breathes, voice wrecked. His forehead drops to your shoulder, hips flush to your ass. âSo fucking tight⊠can feel him right next to me. Feel how full you are, baby?â
You canât speak⊠the words are stuck, you just nod frantically, tears slipping down your cheeks from the intensity. Eren starts moving first. Shallow, careful rolls of his hips that make both cocks drag inside you at once. The friction is electric; every slide rubs them together, rubs against that deep spot that makes your vision blur.
Toru matches him after a moment, pulling back slow while Eren pushes in, then switching. They find a rhythm quick: one in, one out, seesawing deep inside you so thereâs never a second youâre empty. The drag is relentless, stretching, filling. Utterly overwhelming.
Youâre crying now, soft and overwhelmed sobs into Erenâs neck while your hips start rocking back on instinct, chasing more even though youâre already so full it hurts in the sweetest way.
âThatâs it,â Eren growls, one hand sliding up to cup your breast, thumb flicking your nipple. âRide us, baby. Fuck yourself on both our cocks. Show us how much you love being stuffed like this.â
Toruâs hand slips around to your clit, fingers finding the swollen bud and rubbing tight, fast circles while they keep thrusting. The added stimulation sends sparks up your spine; you clench hard around them both, making them groan in unison.
âGonna come again?â Toru whispers hot against your ear. âGonna soak us both? Milk us until we fill this little cunt up?â
Erenâs thrusts get harder, deeper. Hips snapping up to meet yours. âCome on our cocks, pretty girl. Let us feel it. Then weâre gonna pump you so full youâll be dripping for us so beautifully.â
Youâre trembling, teetering, so close again, your body stretched to its limit, clit throbbing under Toruâs fingers, two thick cocks ruining you from the inside out.
Theyâve got you pinned, claimed and completely theirs.
And when you shatter this time itâs going to be devastating.
Theyâre moving in perfect, brutal sync now, Eren thrusting up deep while Toru drives in from behind, cocks sliding against each other inside your stretched, fluttering walls. Every push rubs them together through the thin membrane, friction so intense it makes your eyes roll back. Youâre creaming around them. Thick, milky slick coating both shafts, dripping down Erenâs balls and Toruâs thighs with every wet slap of skin on skin.
Your tight walls grip them like a vice, milking desperately as they fuck straight into your cervix, blunt heads battering that deep, sensitive spot over and over. The pressure builds fast, sharp and overwhelming; your tummy bulges visibly with each thrust, the outline of their cocks pressing outward against your lower belly.
Eren notices first. His hand slides down from your hip, palm flattening over the soft swell. He pushes on it firmly, gently and deliberately, right where the bulge is most pronounced.
âFuck, look at that,â he growls, voice wrecked. âCan feel myself right here⊠feel how deep we are inside you, baby girl? Stretching her little pussy so wide sheâs bulging for us.â
You whimper broken and high, hips jerking between them. The pressure of his palm combined with the relentless pounding sends sparks shooting up your spine. Toruâs hand joins, fingers splaying beside Erenâs, both of them pressing down in tandem as they thrust harder, deeper.
âGonna make you come like this,â Toru murmurs hot against your ear, teeth grazing the lobe. âGonna feel you cream all over both our cocks while we kiss your cervix, hm baby want us deep in there?.â
You bite your lip, and it hits you suddenly and violent.
Your whole body locks up, back arching, thighs quaking, a raw sob tearing from your throat as you come harder than before. Walls spasm wildly around them, clenching so tight it drags broken groans from both their throats. Slick gushes out in messy pulses, soaking their cocks, dripping down in thick rivulets. Your vision whites out for a second; youâre shaking, crying, completely lost in the overwhelming fullness and the way Erenâs palm keeps pushing on that bulge, making every pulse of your orgasm feel deeper, sharper.
They donât stop, canât stop. They bury themselves to the hilt in one final, synchronized thrust, Erenâs hips snapping up, Toru slamming forward until thereâs no space left inside you. You feel them throb, swell, and then theyâre coming hard.
Hot, thick spurts flood you at the same time, Eren's cock pulsing deep against your cervix while Toru unloads right beside him, ropes of cum mixing, filling every inch until youâre overflowing. The pressure is insane; your walls flutter helplessly around the double load, trying to take it all but failing beautifully.
Toru pulls back just enough, barely an inch while staying buried deep. His free hand slides down between your thighs, thumb hooking one swollen lip and spreading you open wide. The sight is filthy: your pussy stretched obscenely around both cocks, creamy white cum already leaking out in a fat, slow spurt. It slips from between their shafts thick and pearly dripping down Toruâs length in a heavy trail, coating his balls, pooling on Erenâs thighs beneath you.
âFuck⊠look at her leaking us,â Toru breathes, thumb rubbing slow circles through the mess, spreading it over your clit. âSo full she canât even keep it all inside.â
Eren groans low, hips twitching with aftershocks as another small spurt escapes him. His palm stays pressed to your tummy, feeling the faint throb of their cocks still buried deep.
âYouâre ours now,â he rasps, kissing your sweaty temple. âThis pussyâs marked. Stuffed. Leaking both of us.â
Youâre trembling between them overstimulated, full to bursting, cum dripping slow and steady down your thighs. They donât pull out. Not yet.
They just hold you there, cocks softening slightly but still thick inside, keeping every drop plugged deep while their hands roam lazy over your body.
Claimed.
Ruined.
Theirs.
The room feels heavier now, thick with the smell of sex, sweat, and the faint salt of cum. Youâre still straddling Erenâs lap, thighs quivering, body limp and boneless between them. Their cocks are softening inside you, but neither has pulled out yet, just resting there, keeping you plugged full, every tiny shift making a fresh trickle of their mixed release slip out.
Toru moves first.
He eases back slow and carefull, so so gentle, until his cock finally slips free with a wet, obscene sound. A thick gush of cum follows immediately, spilling from your stretched hole, running hot down your inner thighs and dripping onto Erenâs lap. You whimper at the sudden emptiness, walls fluttering around Erenâs length like theyâre trying to pull him deeper to compensate.
Toru doesnât go far.
He leans in close behind you again, chest pressed to your back, arms wrapping around your waist in a loose, possessive hold. His lips find the side of your neck, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses. Trailing up the curve where heâd bitten earlier. Gentle now. Soothing. Each press of his mouth feels like an apology and a promise at once.
âYou did so good, baby,â he murmurs against your skin, voice low and wrecked. âTook us both so perfect. Look at you⊠all messy and full of us.â Another kiss, slower, right under your ear. His tongue flicks out to taste the salt there. âGonna take care of you now. Promise.â
His hands slide up your sides, warm palms smoothing over ribs, petting you like youâre something fragile and precious. One hand cups the back of your neck, thumb brushing the base of your skull while he keeps kissing your throat, your jaw, the soft spot behind your ear.
Erenâs still buried inside you, half-hard, twitching lazily every time your walls flutter. He shifts just enough to sit up straighter, pulling you flush against his chest so your breasts press to him. His mouth finds yours immediately, a slow, deep kiss that tastes like your own slick and his tongue. Lazy. Unhurried. Like heâs savoring every second now that the frantic edge is gone.
One hand slides up to cup your breast, thumb circling the nipple soft and unhurried, teasing it back to a stiff peak. He pinches gently, rolls it between his fingers, then soothes with the flat of his palm. The other hand stays low, splayed over your lower belly where the bulge has softened but you can still feel the faint throb of him inside.
âFuck, youâre beautiful like this,â he mutters against your lips, kissing you again, messy and open-mouthed, tongue sliding slow against yours. âAll flushed and leaking us. Our pretty girl.â
He keeps playing with your tits, kneading one while he kisses you deeper, then switching to the other, thumb flicking the nipple until you arch into his touch with a soft whine. Every tug sends little aftershocks through your oversensitive body; your cunt clenches weakly around him, milking another small bead of cum that drips out around his base.
Toruâs mouth never leaves your neck, kissing and sucking soft bruises into fresh skin, whispering praise between each press of his lips.
âSo sweet⊠so fucking perfect⊠ours, baby. All ours.â
Eren breaks the kiss just long enough to murmur against your mouth, âGonna stay like this a while. Keep you full. Keep you warm.â
His fingers keep teasing your nipple with gentle pinches and slow circles, while Toruâs hands roam your sides, your back, your hips. Theyâre everywhere and nowhere all at once, soft touches and warm mouths, their low voices rumbling praise into your skin.
Youâre boneless between them, head lolling back against Toruâs shoulder, lips parted on shaky breaths, body humming with the quiet afterglow.
They donât rush.
They just hold you.
Kiss you.
Pet you.
Like theyâve got all night.
Like theyâve finally got what theyâve wanted for so long.
IF YOU STRESSING OVER WHICH CHARACTERS TO WRITE FOR WHICH KINKTOBER PROMPT CUZ YOU GOT SO MANY FUCKING IDEAS & SO LITTLE FUCKING TIME MAKE SOME NOOOOOISE!!!!
Synopsis: After a hot night at the club with your girlfriend, you catch the eye of another baddie just like your favorite bunny hero. She's also just as posessive and dominant. What happens when you get both muscle mommies both in the bedroom for a fantasy fit for heaven?
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); Reader Has Braids; Threesome; Girl on Girl on Girl lol; Strangers to Lovers; After-The-Club Sex; Pussy-Eating; Facesitting; Strength Kink; Muscle Worship; Wetness; Clit Stimulation; Edging; Orgasm Denial; Mommy Kink; Legs Up; Spanking; Spitting; Pussy Spanks; Dom!Mirko x sub!Reader x Dom!Semiu; Sharing is Caring; Reader Cums 2x; Free Use!Reader; Aftercare; Strap Sex Talk; Cliffhanger Ending teehee
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!Â
Writer's Note: I feel so fucking bad that I didn't get a chance to put more fics out for Pride Month đđ This month has truly been one of the busiest so far. BUT I'm happy to get this one out for y'all at least! This is my very first Mirko fic & there will be plenty more later on cuz that's my waifu fr. I hope y'all enjoy! -love, Jazz
Credits: Divider by @pixopix!
âSo you think you can take us both, cutie?â
Your girlfriend stands before you, all lean muscle underneath her mesh, deep-cut top that exposes her delectable tits and lean stomach sinewy with abs. She is smirking down at you in a way that is so knowing and teasing while you try to focus on both her AND the short-haired bombshell standing next to her.
"U-UmâŠI could try." You try to laugh, but it comes out nervous and breathy even as your panties are more soaked than they were at the club earlier tonight. You know you have bitten off more than you can chew with these two baddies...and the two baddies in question know that.
The short-haired woman standing beside your girlfriend raises a curious brow above her spectacles that remind you a little of owl eyes, so big and round. "Hm. You seemed so confident at the club. Was it the Don Julio?"
She wears the same smile as your girlfriend, something the pro bunny hero Mirko, your Rumi, is known for. Like Rumi, your guest is all lean muscle with curves in all right places. Her cotton candy white hair and alluring yellow eyes are what drew you in, other than how gorgeous her dark skin looked under the lights of the club.
"Semiu" she said her name was when Rumi asked her. The night was hot and sticky. Just as sticky as Rumi's passion fruit-flavored lipgloss pressed against your lips; juicy and sweet. You had been kissing all night, wrapped up in each other among the throb of music and the push of dancing bodies on the dancefloor, the alcohol and Rumi's perfume fueling you.
She looked so hot tonight. All eyes were on her AND you pushed against each other, hips grinding and hands grabbling at each other's hips and asses. Hers groped your ass under your mini dress while she pushed against you, her sweat sticking with yours, Hennessy and rum on her tongue.
You felt Semiu's eyes on you before you actually saw her. They were like hot lasers on your back, making you feel flush the way the strobe lights did. You turned, finding her sitting at the bar, arms slung over the bar and her thighs spread in her hip-hugging jeans like she owned the place.
And the way she stared at you...she stared like she already owned you and you didn't know it yet. It was so brazen. So bold. So daring, even when you were locked against Rumi with her lips on your neck. Drunk from the seduction and the Don Julio you consumed, you turned to your girlfriend and tugged on her bunny ears.
"Hey," you said over the music, grinning at her. "Remember that thing we talked 'bout before? 'Bout pickin' somebody up?"
Rumi understood immediately and the corner of her glossy lips turned up into a smirk. "Sure thing, babes. Who caught your eye?" You nodded at Semiu who was still staring, sipping on her drink. "Her," you whispered into Rumi's bunny ear.
Rumi hummed in interest, checking out the stranger. "She's been starin' at you all night, y'know. If she wasn't so damn hot, I would've beat her ass."
And so you went over to Semiu and invited her into your little club romp for some drinks and a night of dancing. When you found yourself sandwiched between both women on the floor, you felt that push and pull of two dominants trying to fight over you and mark their territory.
When Rumi pressed her front against your back, her teeth nibbling your neck, Semiu gripped your hips and licked down your throat where a trail of salt from her tequila laid. "Thanks for lettin' me join y'all," she whispered against your trembling neck. "What's next for tonight? You two headin' home?"
Rumi overheard the dark-skinned woman and smirked, answering for you. Only because you were too speechless to do so. "And why you wanna know? You interested in a nightcap?"
Semiu smirked at your girlfriend, taking on the challenge. "And what if I was?" She chuckled, staring into your eyes, the sparks of lust in hers making you weak. "Your girl seems to like that idea, don't you, cutie? Would it really be such a shame to be shared between two bad bitches?"
'No,' you decided and took a shot for the road before hurrying out into an Uber with the two women, kissing and touching in the backseat. Semiu's fingers toying with your thighs while Rumi rubbed your pussy in her lap, making Semiu watch and sloppily kiss you.
You know they both would've probably fucked you in the backseat if you hadn't gotten back to your crib with Rumi so quickly. The idea of the both of them slutting you out was a fantasy you couldn't resist, but know that you're here, you realize that the booze was speaking for you.
Rumi chuckles as she watches you kneel on the bed, staring so obediently up at her. "That always gets her wet. Why do you think I always order it?" She had pumped you up with tequila all night, knowing it made you loose and horny. You feel like you're about to explode the more these two tease you.
Semiu clucks her tongue, acting disappointed. "Thatâs so messy. All to see your girl be a slut for a whole other woman?" She reaches out and touches your hair, moving a braid back behind your ear. You shiver at her touch.
Rumi doesn't even try to hide her freakiness. "Absolutely. You just need to remember who owns her." Her golden eyes flash at Semiu, but the dark-skinned woman isn't intimidated. You sense that Semiu can hold her own and has had her fair share of threesomes in her days with plenty of pretty women after the club or the bar.
Rumi turns to you, staring down at you with a look dripping with hot lust and posessiveness. "That goes for you too, sweet thing. No cumming for her without MY permission, understood?" She cups your chin in her hand, squeezing in a way that makes you gasp.
It doesn't hurt, but it makes you so wet that you have to control yourself, thinking of nothing but her holding your neck while Semiu eats your pussy, forcing you to take it. "Y-Yes, miss." Your voice is soft and weak when you answer her so obediently. Submissively.
Rumi smiles, proud of you, and plants a soft kiss on your forehead. Semiu watches on, interested, her pierced nipples hard beneath her flimsy top. "Oh, sheâs that kinda girlfriend. I do love my girls obedient."
Your girlfriend aburptly frowns, her expression sharp. "Obedient to ME. Mind your place, girl. Youâre a guest, sure, but youâll be goinâ home after tonight." Semiu scoffs and tosses up her hands adorned with rings and gold bangles. "Goddamn, fine! Now are we gonna sit here and argue or have a taste of this cutie?"
They both turn to you now, eyes hot with lust, dripping with a night of alcohol and grinding on the dancefloor now blown off with some steamy sex. With you. These two gorgeous vixens could've had anyone else tonight, but they chose you.
So you are determined to make tonight one that they will never forget.
"Strip," Rumi demands and you do so, immediately slinking out of your skin-tight dress with the sexy cheetah print you like. Rumi helps you slide it past your heels, loving it when she fucks you with your heels on, your pretty painted toes up by her ears with her tongue in your pussy or her strap deep inside you.
Semiu hums in enjoyment as she drinks in your body, from your bra to your lace thong, your brown skin soft with coco butter and your body smelling like fruity body mist. She and Rumi come out their clothes too, leaving them discarded on the floor. You greedily drink in their muscles: abs and biceps; thick yet toned thighs; the curves of their perky tits and firm, juicy asses.
They are perfection. And under their gazes, you feel like perfection to them too.
In a blink, you are lying on your back, eyes gazing up at their supreme asses in their panties. Rumi wears a thong while Semiu has on simple lace panties, her asscheeks jiggling so enticingly out of them. She reaches down to stroke your cheek, playing with your bottom lip. "Youâre such a good girl for her, cutie. Maybe you can show me what makes you so special," she whispers.
You shiver with anticipation, knowing what is coming next. You were feening for this part, just as much as the rest of tonight. You nod, smiling, fully prepared to have their sugary tastes on your tongue. You can lick on their muscles later. Right now, you want nothing more than to lick on their pussies.
Rumi hovers over you, pressing a loving hand to your cheek. "And you're gonna be a good girl and make us both feel real good, right?" she coos. You nod, smiling up at her, shivering with arousal. "Y-Yes," you whimper.
The prospect of tasting both women is a blessing that you will not turn a blind eye to. Any man and women would be happy to be in your place right now. Rumi smirks, knowing this, and squeezes your cheeks together with her posessive hand. "Then shut up and stick out that tongue f'me."
You do so, sticking your tongue out as far as it can go, allowing Rumi to suck on it before spitting into your mouth. "You know where to put it," she purrs before she pulls her panties down, revealing her sobbing wet pussy to you squeezed between her tanned brown thighs. Gorgeous. Even Semiu is impressed with the sight.
Before you know it, your girlfriend is sitting on your face with her thighs trapping you between them while Semiu is busy slipping your panties off. While you can't see her through Rumi's incredible ass in your face, you can imagine her knelt between your thighs with her ass sticking up in the air, her glasses foggy as she gazes at your pussy. "Let's see if you can focus with my tongue in you, cutie~"
You shiver as Semiu's breath caresses your thighs and the sensitive folds of your pussy. Even the slight brush of wind will make you cum at this point. "Just don't mess up my nut," Rumi huffs, glaring back at your guest. "Or I'll mess up yours." Semiu scoffs, rolling her eyes. "Where's your sense of fun, bunny? Your girl seems like love the idea of me eatin' her out."
And you do. Especially once Semiu actually gets her tongue in you. You find that she has a tongue piercing when you feel the cold metal press against your clit, making you jump. She chuckles into your dripping hole, her tongue wicked and addictive, caressing every part of you as her hands greedily grip your hips.
Meanwhile, you girlfriend is grinding her pussy into your mouth, making you take every inch of it in your mouth. You just love it when Rumi sits on your face, makes you take all that she gives you. "Mmm, fuck, that's it, baby," Rumi moans. "Just love it when you make me feel so good."
She flips her long, white hair back as her ass grinds into your face, riding it like a surfboard. She looks back at you, cheeks flushed and eyes fiery with lust, her hands massaging her perky tits. "You love eatin' that pussy, don't you, sweet girl?" she coos.
You moan into her pussy, making her whine at the vibrations. Every drip of her nectar on your tongue quenches you, but also makes you crave more. You reach up to grip her firm yet soft ass, the weight of it driving you to insanity. "Uh-huh!" you whimper into your dripping folds. "I wove it, Mommy!"
Semiu giggles from between your thighs as Rumi moans, tossing her head back when your tongue licks her faster. "A Mommy kink too?" she chuckles. "How scandelous....that makes me so fuckin' wet."
Rumi lets out a throaty chuckle, slowing her fast grinding to more slow ones that drag her wetness across your tastebuds. "Well," she sighs, "I guess since we sharin', you can sit on her face...for a bit."
Semiu looks up from your pussy, using one of her fingers to rub your clit while she thinks on this. "How kind of you to share your girl with me," she chuckles. "Let's just hope she don't get addicted."
Unfortunately, you end up becoming hooked like an addict when you get a taste of Semiu's pussy for the first time. She switches with Rumi and sits on your face, her tits and pierced, brown nipples in your face. You yearn to taste him; tweak each perky nipple squeezed between the silver balls with your tongue and teeth.
But you simply watch them bounce as Semiu rides your face, grinding her gorgeous cunt in a nest of trimmed white curls against your greedy tongue. "Fuuuck, girl, that tongue!" she groans. "You ain't too bad at this, cutie, y'know that?"
The praise fills you with utter joy and self-confidence, making your tongue lashes grow more intense and erratic as Semiu rides your tongue like she stole it from Rumi. Speaking of Rumi, the woman is eating your cunt off of the bone, her wickedly long tongue slurping at your dripping juices down to your asscrack.
You whimper and moan into Semiu's pussy as each tingle of pleasure coarses through you like waves. Rumi always knows just how to please you and revert you to nothing but a whimpering slut. "Those are cute sounds you're makin', baby," she giggles. "Keep 'em up. Mommy loves 'em...and all this gush you're givin' me."
She then uses her tongue to dip into your hole, aiming up to lick your internal clit. It's enough to make her eyes roll back and your hips buck up into her tongue. "Hey." Tap-tap. Semiu gently pats your cheek, just enough to smack you back to reality: her on top of you. "Don't stop. Eat that pussy if you want more of me later."
Lucky for you, you do get more of her and Rumi. The two end up switching spots, both of them planting their wet pussies on your waiting tongue, grinding to their hearts content. You are determined to make one or both of them cum, even as your jaw aches and your lips grow sticky with their gush.
Even as they make the bed shake when they bounce their asses on your tongue, practically humping your face. Their throaty, low moans fill the air, no doubt making the neigbors jealous and horny to join. Luckily for you, you manage to make Semiu cum first while Rumi busies herself eating your pussy again, bringing you closer to the edge.
Semiu's moans fill the air, loud and worthy of one of those ebony lesbian porn flicks that you've watched with Rumi before, her abs slick with sweat as she rides you to orgasm. "Fuck, that's it, baby! Make me cum!" she gasps, until finally, she explodes all over your tongue.
You swallow every bit of her, licking her up like a dripping ice cream cone. She is sweet just like one with a bit of salt to her too. It's intoxicating. Finally, she rolls off of you, allowing you to breathe, and plants a sloppy kiss on your lips that makes her head spin. "Good girl," she coos. "Now it's your turn. But I get to make you cum."
You shiver at the prospect of cumming for the gorgeous woman while Rumi simply glares, sitting up between your legs. "Says who?" she grunts, but Semiu is already scooting the bunny hero out of the way and tossing your legs open.
Rumi scoffs, still glaring as Seimu spits on your pussy, coating it in her saliva to make it drip and shine for her. "You could've asked nicely," she growls. "Fine, but only 'cause I don't wanna disappoint my girl. You'd better make her feel extra good then."
Semiu simply smirks at the bunny hero, all fire and self-assurance. "Don't you worry, girl. I've got my ways of makin' this pretty gal scream for me."
Several minutes later, Semiu shows you her trickers with that pierced tongue of hers. You lean back against Rumi's tits as Semiu swirls her tongue in your dripping, swollen folds, sucking on your clit with those soft, glossy lips. You whimper and moan against Rumi's chest, her strong hands holding your arms back while Semiu has your thighs cracked open as wide as they can go, making you spill all over the bedspread.
"Such a naughty girl you got here, Rumi," Semiu giggles against your clit. "Just look at how wet she is!" Rumi tuts as if she's disappointed in her girl being so messy, gushing all over herself in such an obscene way. "And all for another bitch," she tsks. "I'm startin' to feel some typa way, baby."
Her hand moves to your neck to grab your throat while Semiu angles her tongue up inside of you, making you gasp. "O-O-Oh, fuck!" you wail, squeezing your eyes shut in pure pleasure. "F-Fu-uh...you...oh, shhhit, yes!"
Semiu stares at you from behind the foggy lenses of her glasses, watching you writhe against your girlfriend with her hand locked around your throat. "You sound so cute, baby," she hums into your pussy. "Can't wait to hear how you sound when I fuck you."
Yes. The fucking part. The part where they finally take their straps and fill you up...hopefully. You're happy with just getting eaten like a dessert plate, but you're also a greedy ass bitch, so you'd hope to end the night with getting dicked down by the two pretty women, just enough to have to walking side to side the next day with a smile on your face.
Surprisingly, Rumi doesn't bark at Semiu for the comment. You'd figure she'd take it as disrespect, but instead, she says something else that shocks you. "You got some fingers, don'tcha? Go 'head, put 'em in her. She can take it, right, mamas?" She tilts your head up to look at her, seeing her wicked smirk before she plants her lips on you.
She kisses you dumb, shoving her fat, long tongue into your mouth just as Seimu sinks a finger inside of you. You gasp at the feeling, your toes curling as she begins to finger fuck you in between slurping your pussy, moaning with your buzzing clit in her mouth. When she adds another slim digit into your dripping hole, you damn near lose your shit, your soul leaving your body.
You moan and grabble for Rumi's arms, gripping them as Seimu continues to slurp your soul out of you through your pussy, making you pool all over the bedspread and your thighs shake. "A-Ah! Oh, fuck, I'mma cum!" you whine. "Please, please make me cum!"
Rumi tuts adoringly at your sweetness, gently patting your cheek. "So polite. Even slutted out of her mind, she can't help but be so sweet." But she trained you that way. Rumi wouldn't have her girl any other way but sweet and submissive, begging to cum even when you can obviously do it on your own without waiting for permission.
So you ask her, "May I cum, Mommy? Please, please?" You whimper the words out, unable to coherently speak as Semiu's tongue flicks grow more intense, the sounds of it sloshing around in your soaked pussy drifting through the air.
Rumi smiles down at you, adoringly and proudly. "Of course you can, mama," she chuckles, gently stroking your braids. "Go 'head and cum for our guest. Just rmembers whose pussy that is when you do, okay?"
And with that confirmation, you allow yourself to gush all over Semiu's tongue like a tidalwave, your moans loud and bouncing off the bedroom walls as you cum. Semiu takes it all, moaning greedily as she slurps up your mess from the source until your head spins. Rumi holds you close, her muscular arms wrapped tight around you as Semiu finishes up licking you clean until your moans grow weak and soft.
"Hm," Rumi hums, eyeing the way you slump against her, totally spent. "Not bad, but I can show ya better. Switch with me real quick." Semiu shares the same wickedly evil smile as your girlfriend, letting you lay back on the bed. You squeak as Rumi forces to lay back into the pillows, abanaoning her spot behind you. "B-But, Rumi," you stammer, only to get kissed into silence.
Rumi gives you a posessive, slow kiss that makes your brain turn to mush the same way your orgasm from Seimu's tongue did. "Quiet. Mommy wants to taste her girl now. After all, this pussy is mine, right?" She slinks a hand down between your legs to pet your pussy, grinning when you twitch from how sensitive it is. "Y-Yes," you whimper.
But that isn't good enough for your girlfriend.
SMACK! The sound of her hand smacking your pussy echos throughout the bedroom, richoeting off of the walls. "Right?" she repeats, firmer this time. She gives you another sharp smack, her palm sticking to your wet pussy as she does. "Yes, it's yours!" you loudly whine. "It's always yours, Mommy!"
The bunny hero smiles, her joy and pride so addictive. You want to make her proud of you. "Mmm, that's right. Now show our guest how good you cum for Mommy when she tastes you~"
You almost forgot about Seimu, glancing at her watching from the sidelines, rubbing her pussy, the contrast of her white nails on her brown skin making your pussy throb. Rumi switches places with Semiu, now between your thighs, hiking them up so that they are pushed against your stomach.
You have no choice but to lay there as your girlfriend makes your limbs go criss cross like a pretzel and she shoves her tongue inside of you, locking you in a prison of sheer pleasure. "Oh, fuck!" you whine, writhing on the bed like you're in the middle of an exorcism. "O-Oh, shit, Rumi, yes!"
Too late, you realize your mistake. You feel your stomach flutter with nerves as Rumi stares up at you from between the V of your thighs, glaringly. "Who?" Her voice is firm and rasped, making you bite your lip.
Suddenly, she is flipping you over with as much strength as it takes to pick up the remote, making you squeal. "Oh, fuck!" Seimu laughs as you're forced onto all fours, your ass sticking up in the air for your girlfriend.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! Each spanking from Rumi feels like fire licking across your asscheeks, the sound of her hand colliding with your Seimu moans at the sight, dripping all over her fingers as she toys with herself watching Rumi spank you and tears spring into your eyes.
"I'm sorry, M-Mommy! It just feels s-so good!" you whine, practically blubbering. "I won't do it again!" Rumi hums in agreement, pausing to soften the blow with wet kisses. "Mm-hm, you'd better not," she grumbles. "Now let's make my baby cum."
And then finally, finally, she's got her mouth on you again, eating you from the back. You moan and whine into the pillows as she pries your asscheeks apart, gripping them as she shoves her tongue inside of your dripping hole, coating her tongue in your honey.
Rumi is relentless with her pussy-eating, not giving you a chance to breathe or to protest. She takes what is hers, her tongue sloshing messily in your pussy, making you trickle down your thighs and drip all over the bed beneath you. Your sweet moans mix with Seimu's as she rubs her pussy to the sight, her eyes fluttering shut in pleasure.
You watch her as you get closer to your orgasm, gripping the pillow so tight that your knuckles turn pale. "Fuck, Rumi! You're gonna make me fuckin' cum, Mommy!" you whine into the pillow, staining it with your sweat and makeup.
"Then what's the magic word, mamas?" she murmurs into your pussy. "Don't be rude now. Show our guest how sweet you can really be."
"Please!" you sob, your eyes stinging with tears. "Please, please, make me cum, Mommy! Please let your baby girl cum!"
That's all Rumi needs to hear. And with a few more strokes of her tongue, you let out a broken moan as you cum for the second time that night, filling your girlfriend's mouth with your cream. Seimu cums too, letting out a throaty moan and a gasp as she makes her fingers sticky with her cum watching you explode, Rumi's mouth stuck to your pussy as she tongues you down.
Your girlfriend eats you out until your head is blank and you're seeing stars, totally and completely spent. Seimu comes over to slide her fingers, sticky with her cum, against your lips. "Taste me," she orders, making you pry your lips open to suck her taste off of her digits.
Rumi does the same, but with her tongue, forcing you to kiss her and taste your pussy off of her tongue, sharing your cum with one another. Seimu joins in with Rumi's permission, leading to a heated three-way kiss that almost makes you want to repeat the entire thing over again.
Finally, Rumi lies you down on your back and lets you recover. She and Seimu lie on either side of you, sandwiching you between them, their tits brushing against your arms. "How was that, baby?" Rumi coos, gently carding her fingers through your braids.
You weakly smile at her, your head still spinning and your body slick with sweat. You feel heavy with exhaustion but also with the wonderful feeling after great sex. "Heaven," you reply, making Seimu giggle beside you.
"Good," Rumi chirps, smirking at you. "But you ain't seen heaven yet. We ain't even give you our straps yet."
Pairing: Bartender!Toji x Black!Fem!Reader (Strangers to Lovers)
Synopsis: To mend your broken heart after your boyfriend cheats on you, you go on a cruise vacation with your friend with no intention of meeting any manâŠuntil you meet Toji, the fine-ass bartender and divorcee. You're invited to a white party that heâs working at and while there, you find yourself flirting with him thanks to the liquid courage he gives you. After throwing caution to the wind and slipping him a note with room number, you wait for him that night. At first, you believe that he isnât coming and feel rejected, but when he does, you realize that this vacation is just what you need to get over your heartbreak.Â
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); No Curse/Modern AU; Flirting; Alcohol Consumption; Dom!Toji x sub!Reader; Drunk Sex; Oral (Giving & Receiving); Spitting; Toji Drinks Patron Off Your Titties & Pussy; Daddy Kink; Spanking; Mild Choking; Backshots On Balcony; Exhibitionism/Public Sex; Multiple Positions (Missionary & Doggystyle); Unprotected PIV; Raw Creampie; Aftercare; Mild Yuki x Choso (they my parents fr)Â
Word Count: 9k
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writerâs Note:Â I wrote this one about 2 years ago so I wanted to revise it. I'm in the process of revising a lot of my older stuff cuz I feel like my writing & aesthetics have gotten so much better :) I hope y'all like this one! -love, Jazz
Credits: Divider by@cillmequick!
Song · 2001 · Duration 4:34
You sit next to the lonely soul with the horrible comb-over at the pool bar, your cheek in your hand and your brain taking you to places other than here with him.
âI just donât think women realize how much they can hurt men by treating them like sex objects, yâknow? Like, I understand that men can do it too, but I believe thatâs only because men are testing women! They want to weed out the real women and the whores. I thought my ex-wife was a real woman, butâŠâ
To anyone watching, itâd look like youâre intently listening to the manâa divorced investment banker, as he told youâdiscuss his extremely sexist, incel views and ideologies, but your eyes are about a second away from rolling out of your skull.Â
Your eyes flit to where you left Yuki, your bestie and partner in crime, at the poolside only to find her flirting with the cute guy you met yesterday standing in line to get dinner at the buffet. He has a black mullet, inked muscles, and a lip piercing that no doubt is getting Yuki interested. You believe his name is Choso.Â
Yuki lays back on her pool chair in her black bikini and sunglasses, flashing Choso a smile that makes him blush and sheepishly rub the back of his neck. You curse your friend for having such an easy time flirting with cute guys while youâre stuck sitting in the middle of this middle-aged manâs tirade of ignorant thoughts that people refuse to listen to, so thatâs why heâs telling you.Â
âMost women are gold diggers nowadays and only seem to focus on the outside instead of the inside,â he laments into his vodka spritzer. âThatâs why Iâm so glad youâre not like that. As nice-looking as you are, youâre still sitting here talking to me.â He gives you a smile that makes you feel bad because he is 100% wrong.Â
Not that youâre a gold digger, but you absolutely would want to talk to someone you classify as âeye candyâ, like Choso. Especially someone who doesnât make you want to take a gun to your forehead. But you force a smile anyway. The divorcee turns to the bar and waves his hand. âA third, please!â he calls.Â
With him distracted, you take a sip of your tequila sunrise, wanting desperately to get another. You curse Yuki even more for encouraging you to flirt even though this is what a singlesâ cruise is supposed to be about: flirting, romancing, and fucking people that youâll never see again.Â
Yuki had come up with the idea for you two to vacay on the water for seven days on a boat about five months ago when you were still healing from your boyfriendâs betrayal.Â
After three years of dating and hoping to live together to begin your lives, you discovered that he had been cheating on you after a random chick contacted you on IG and sent you photos of him in her bed. âI donât want to keep him,â she told you. âI just wanted you to know what was going on.âÂ
Of course, he denied it until you showed him photos. Then it was the waterworks, the âIâm so sorryâs, theempty promises of never doing it again.Â
But of course, dogs will be dogs. As soon as you broke it off, you found him posted up in a strip club between two dancersâ fat asses. You blocked him with the quickness, permanently taking him out of your life, but that didnât stop the heartbreak, betrayal, and lonely nights when you desperately wanted to call.Â
Tired of seeing you moping around, Yuki found the perfect solution: âLetâs go on a singlesâ cruise!â she bellowed to you over coffee one morning. âItâs for seven days, we dock at three islands, and weâll be on a boat with other hot singles like us!âÂ
You thought it was a stupid plan. You didnât need to meet anyone to help you heal. But then again, it would be nice to get out of the city and see new sights. And maybe the water and hot guys would help cure your heartbreak.Â
So you agreed, split the payment with Yuki, packed your cutest swimsuits and sundresses, and now here you areâŠ.trying to think of a good way to tell this drunk divorcee that it was nice chatting with him, but youâre due for a dip in the pool. The skimpy, cut-out one-piece that Yuki made you buy isnât just for looking, though the thong and deep V-neck at the chest look quite yummy on you.Â
You sip your drink for liquid courage, but youâre stopped when a deep, silky yet raspy voice comes from behind the bar: âSorry, sir, but you reached your limit on your drink card. I canât serve you anymore till you get that taken care of.âÂ
Both you and the divorcee turn to stare in shock at the bartender standing behind the tiki barâŠand heâs by far the finest man youâve ever seen.Â
Heâs tall, heâs buff, and heâs got eyes and a voice that would make any woman cream her panties. Standing about six-foot something, he towers over you as you sit on your barstool. His toned body fills out his Hawaiian shirt and khakis, his thick thighs and pecs pushing up against the fabric. You see yourself running your fingers through his black hair or the scar running over the corner of his lips. Veins run up and down his arms and in his big, calloused hands that pass the card back to the divorcee who looks red in the face.Â
âW-What?!â He stammers. âBut thatâs impossible! I specifically ordered a card for unlimited drinks!â The bartender shrugs, not looking the least bit apologetic or sympathetic. âWell, ya may not remember, but I had warned you at the casino bar to be careful orderinâ all of those drinks, especially since you only got on the boat yesterday.âÂ
The divorcee opens his mouth to say more and the buff bartender raises an eyebrow, waiting for a rebuttal. Instead, the poor man snatches his card up, downs the rest of his drink, and scurries off back to the pool. You turn to the bartender who shakes his head disappointedly. âDonât worry âbout him. Heâs just a lonely soul. And a creep. All he does is bother the single girls.âÂ
He pauses, picking up a shaker and vigorously shaking it as he speaks. âIâm assuminâ youâre single?â he questions, obviously fishing for a conversation. You raise an eyebrow at him, wondering what heâs getting at. âI am,â you reply. âWhy? You interested?âÂ
He stifles a chuckle as he opens the shaker and pours some orange liquid into a frosted daiquiri glass. âThat would be overstepping, wouldnât it? I mean, youâre a customer and this is my job. It wouldnât beâŠâ He pauses, passing you another tequila sunrise âProper.âÂ
He gives you a smirk, the very tiny movement making your insides flutter. Heâs just too damn fine! âMy treat. No payment required.â Hesitantly, you take the new glass while he takes your old one to get washed. âWhat is this?â you chuckle. âYou buyinâ me a drink?âÂ
âMakinâ one, actually,â he corrects you as he passes two people some cranberry vodkas. âAnd to make you feel better after that guy got on ya nerves.â He ticks his intense eyes up to yours. âYou looked like ya needed a hand.âÂ
You titter into your glass, already feeling the tequila taking its toll, making you talk shit. âA hand?â you parrot. âI was actually handling that myself, thank you very much.âÂ
The bartender laughs at this. The deep, sexy rumble of the sound makes you feel hot in your swimsuit. âOh, yeah, âcause you were doing such a great job,â he sarcastically replies. âThat man wouldâve talked you to death.âÂ
You purse your lips at him, wondering if you should send the drink back or toss it in his face. âAnd who are you?â you sharply ask. Itâs more rhetorical, but he answers anyway: âToji Fushiguro.â He reaches one of his big hands out across the bar towards you.Â
âPleasure to meet you, uhâŠâ He trails off, allowing you to fill the space with your name. You hesitantly eye his hand before tentatively reaching out to shake it. âY/N,â you say, ignoring the zing of electricity zipping through your arm at his rough palm and firm grip. âNice to meet you too.âÂ
âMmm, Iâm sure,â Toji replies and you quirk a questionable brow. âI make the best drinks on this boat.â He retracts his hand and you suddenly feel cold despite the hot sun beaming down on you. âYouâll be even happier youâve met me once you get a taste of the cocktails I can whip up.âÂ
You scoff, rolling your eyes. âOh, really? You talk such big game that I almost donât believe you.â You take a sip of your drink, aware that he made it and itâs the best damn tequila sunrise youâve ever had. It puts the one you had earlier by another bartender to shame.Â
A spark suddenly appears behind Tojiâs eyes. One ofâŠinterest? Mirth? Curiosity Whatever it is, it makes you feel exposed in your deep-cut bathing suit showing off the sliver of your titties. âIt ainât âbig gameâ, Y/N,â he says, your name sounding like a sin coming off of his tongue. âWhen I talk, it ainât shit. Itâs all real and from experience.âÂ
You watch his hands quickly fix another drink, grabbing, whisking, mixing, etc. He is obviously a pro at this. You canât imagine what his fingers could do to you in a bed. Realizing where your thoughts are headed, you mentally kick yourself. Heâs a whole stranger and youâre thinking about fucking him!Â
âGet it together,â you think. You still havenât even read his intentions yet. Though heâs undeniably hot with hands that youâd love to feel wrapped around your neck, a body you want on top of yours, and a voice that you know has delicious moans, you donât know how you feel about sleeping with a guy you barely know. You at least want to get to know more about him.
So you play along, twirling your straw around your glass. âOh, really? Iâd say prove it, but you already fixed me a drink and you look kinda busy.â You take the straw into your mouth, wrapping your plump, glossy lips around it. Toji watches, staring dead at your mouth. His eyes tick back up to yours as if he just realized that heâs working and he smirks. âNot busy enough for you,â he replies.Â
Before he can do absolutely anything though, his phone rings in his back pocket. He looks visibly frustrated, his brows narrowing and the scarred corner of his mouth twitching. âShit. Duty calls, Iâm afraid.âÂ
You find yourself feeling disappointed that heâs leaving. âBut listen,â he continues, passing you a white card from behind the bar. You take it and read it, realizing that itâs an invitation. âIâm gonna be workinâ at an all-white party later tonight, adults only. Itâll start at 8, but I suggest cominâ around 10 if you want the best drinks. Thatâs when my shift starts.âÂ
His smirk, sparked with playfulness and mischief, widens. You contemplate your decision for a bit before you give him a smile. âAlright then,â you agree. âIâll see you then, Toji.âÂ
You take a final sip of your drink and pass it to him. As he grabs it, your fingers brush against each other. Maybe itâs the alcohol, but you believe you see him inhale sharply through his nostrils as if your touch has burned him.Â
Iâll be lookinâ forward to it,â he murmurs. âEnjoy the drink and the pool.â He gives you a wink before he heads off to tend to other customers, leaving you feeling lightheaded and tingly all over.Â
When you meet up with Yuki by the pool, you feel like you need to take a dip to cool off. She sits up in her chair, putting her sunglasses on her head. âWhatcha get?â she asks. âA number from that hot bartender, I hope.â She grins at you, signaling that sheâd been watching you the whole time.Â
With a secretive smile, you silently pass her the invite and her eyes go wide. âAn invite?!â she gasps, grinning up at you. âGirl, he wants you! Now we have to go! You brought a white dress with you, right?âÂ
And so Yuki drags you to the nearest shop on the boat to get the perfect outfit for tonight.Â
As soon as you arrive at the all-white party with Yuki, you want to go back to your room and sleep almost immediately.Â
Number one itâs because the music is waaay too loud. While youâre a fan of rolling your windows down and blasting your music in your car, itâs not enough to blow out your eardrums. But this music is.Â
And number two, the pool is waaaay too crowded. There has to be about one hundred guests here tonight all dressed in their finest white outfits under the strobe lights. They surround the pool and tiki bar where the bartenders are working overtime.Â
You look towards the bar, hoping to at least see a glimpse of Toji. Admittedly, he was the only reason you decided to buy the dress Yuki pressed you into trying on before you came down here after filling your stomachs at supper.Â
Before the party, you and Yuki attended a delicious lobster dinner and pre-gamed with cocktails before going upstairs to get dressed. Sheâs decked out in a flowing white dress that hugs her toned body oh-so nicely and strappy sandals, her flowing, blonde hair cascading down her back in soft curls. She looks damn good.Â
You feel like you do too. Standing in the bathroom mirror, you slid your hands down your sides in your white backless mini dress with a skater skirt that stops mid-thigh and ties around your neck in a cute bow. The V-neck leaves a silver of cleavage that eyes are drawn to because of the long gold chain you added to match your earrings and strappy heels. After applying some Fenty Gloss bomb to make your lips look plump and juicy, some shimmer oil to make your brown skin pop, and piling your braids into a bun at the top of your head, you felt sexy. Goddess-like. Good enough to eat.Â
But even now, despite still looking hot, you donât quite feel it. You can already feel yourself becoming overstimulated by the crowd and disappointed at not seeing Toji.âWell, itâs 10:02 and heâs not here,â you announce, checking your phone.Â
Yuki pets your shoulder, intending to comfort you. âHeâs probably just late,â she assures you, looking around for someone in particular before pouting. âChoso isnât here yet either. Câmon, letâs get a drink.âÂ
She drags you over to the tiki bar, scouting two stools at the end of the bar. You anxiously tap your finger against your knee, your anxiety rising along with the sound of the music and miscellaneous conversations as people get drunker. Suddenly, the idea of meeting Toji with the intention of flirting and possibly having casual sex doesnât feel like a good idea.Â
âYuki, I donât know about this,â you sigh, leaning in towards her ear. âI havenât dated or slept with anyone since the breakup.â Your friend furrows her blonde brows at you, her eyes soft. âAnd thatâs okay!â she replies. âAll it takes is a little push. Bartender, a round of tequila over here, please!âÂ
She waves one manicured hand at the pixie blonde running the bar. She then turns to you, cocking her head to the side. âThat Toji guy looked like heâs exactly what you need, but you need to give him a try! Besides, even if he doesnât show, youâve got plenty of dudes in here who will gladly spend the night with you as fine as you look!âÂ
She motions her hand up and down your legs, thighs, boobs, faceâŠeven your French tipped feet. âWhat have you got to lose?â she asks and the question stumps you. Really, nothing. You already lost your relationship. And maybe a trip filled with hot sex would be just the trick to help you out of your heartbroken slump.Â
But even so, the anxious, paranoid part of you still lingers on the âwhat ifsâ. What if he isnât interested? What if he turns out to be a creep? What if he tosses you over the balcony into the shark-infested waters? âŠ.Okay, maybe thatâs just your ID Channel obsession talking, but still!Â
Even now, your lips wobble, prepared to protest against Yukiâs encouraging speech. âButââÂ
âHey there, can I buy you two pretty ladies some drinks?â A mildly familiar, sexy, deep voice suddenly asks near your ear. You turn around, prepared to either agree or refuse, but your words die in your throat when you see Toji leaning against the bar behind you.Â
And he looks yummier than he did earlier. He decided to wear white tooâthe shirt he wears is short-sleeved and halfway unbuttoned to show the sliver of his chest and a name tattoo that you canât read on his right pec paired with khaki shorts and white Vans.Â
The gold jewelryâa chain around his neck, a watch, and an anklet around one of his anklesâadd to this deliciously masculine summertime fit. Youâve been waiting for him to arrive, but now that heâs here, all the flirty bite you had in you earlier vanishes.
You let out an embarrassing croak which he humorously smiles at. His smile is a killer, all white teeth and dimples. Damn him. He knows his powers. âI thought you were making the drinks,â Yuki says, talking for you since you suddenly canât. âThough weâre not complaining, shouldnât you be behind that bar?âÂ
âNot till 10:30,â Toji answers with a wink. âWeâre fully booked with bartenders till then, so Iâve got a little break, but I can make a few exceptions for you two.â He looks at the bar, finding the tray of tequila shots sitting there. âOr not,â he chuckles. âLooks like you girls have already started.âÂ
He takes a seat next to you, practically filling up the space beside you with how big he is. âUh, this is my friend Yuki,â you say, quickly snapping back to reality. âSheâs my cruise buddy.â The blonde smiles at the bartender, putting an arm around you. âAnd the best person in her life,â she giggles.Â
Toji offers his hand across you for a handshake. âToji. Nice to meet you.âÂ
Yukiâs phone suddenly flashes and she quickly digs into her purse for it. She smiles at the mystery message on her phone and gives you a wink. âYou two go on ahead and enjoy yourselves. My guest just arrived.âÂ
Meaning Choso is here and youâll be left alone. Yuki downs a tequila shot, gives you a sticky kiss on the cheek, and leans down to whisper to you. âHave fun,â she says. âCall me if you need me.â And then, before you can even stop her or beg her to stay, she is gone.Â
Now youâre left alone with the hot bartender. You become acutely aware of how close he's sitting next to you, his knee almost brushing yours. He clears his throat to ebb away the awkwardness. âSo you decided to come,â he states, smiling at you.Â
You turn away, staring at your nails instead. Youâre afraid to look at him too much or else youâll melt. âI said I would, didnât I?â you reply, picking up a shot glass. âSo here I am.â You take a swig and swallow it whole before sucking on a lime to ease the strong taste and burn in your throat.Â
âIâd say you look good, but that isnât goinâ to sweeten you up, is it?â He says it jokingly, but you can tell heâs noticed how hostile you seem. âWhat, party scene ainât your thing?âÂ
You turn him, expecting him to be laughing at you, but you see none of that. Now you feel like a bitch. âAhâŠno, Iâm just a little seasick,â you lie. âSorry. Iâm just not used to cruises.â You sound as lame as you feel. âWhyâd you decide to come then?â he wonders aloud. âOther than for the pool and the islands.âÂ
You allow yourself to chuckle, liking that heâs trying to ease your nerves. So you decide to tell him. âA breakup.â You watch Tojiâs face fall. âI was with someone for three years, hoping that theyâd ask me to move in with them or even propose, but that didnât happen âcause they cheated on me, and for the last five months, Iâve beenâŠâÂ
You pause, realizing that youâve been talking for far too long. âShit,â you sheepishly laugh. âWhy didnât you stop me from rambling?âÂ
Toji reaches across you for a shot glass and you realize just how big his arm is. He could put you in a chokehold if he wanted toâŠand youâd enjoy it. âCause I thought it was cute,â he replies as he downs the shot in one gulp. âBut seriously: your ex sounds like a fuckinâ idiot. Barely a man.âÂ
You crack a small smile at his attempt at comforting you. âYeah,â you sigh. âThanks.âÂ
Silence descends upon you again, but this time, itâs less awkward or tense.Â
âYou ainât the only one with a breakup on their back,â he somberly says. âMy ex-wife and I divorced years ago, but she recently got engaged to a new man. Canât say I didnât feel that blow.â He heaves a heavy sigh at the memory.Â
âWell, what happened?â you blurt and then cover your mouth, horrified at your prying. What is wrong with you tonight? âI-Iâm sorry, you donât have toââÂ
âMoney problems,â he interrupts. âPlus, we married young when we had my son and started growinâ apart. Thatâs the name Iâve got on my chest that you were starinâ at: my sonâs name.â He peels back a bit of his shirt to show you his tattoo. âMegumiâ.
âYes, I saw you starinâ at it earlier,â he sniggers, his eyes filled with mirth. âYouâre not as discreet as you think, darlinâ.â You scowl at him, happy to be Black so he doesnât see you blushing. âYou jerk,â you scoff while he cackles at your dispense. âFine. Then what about you starinâ dead at my boobs?âÂ
Toji looks like a kid caught in a cookie jar now. âItâs actually the necklace I was starinâ atââÂ
âLiar!â you laugh, lightly punching him in the arm. âYou sound like one of my school kidsâ lyinâ to my face after I told them not to do something.â Interest appears on his face âYou a teacher?âÂ
You nod, picking up another shot. Your second one of the night. âYep, for about five years now.â You love your teaching job and your students. It feels good to be able to be such an important figure in their little lives.Â
Toji whistles to himself. âShit, my kid would definitely pay attention in school if he had a teacher that looked like you.â You criticize yourself for folding so easily. How does this man have so much game? But then again, he was married, so you suppose he knows how to flirt.Â
He reaches for another shot and holds it up. âCheers to new experiences and a summer to remember.â You smile and raise your glass as well. âCheers,â you parrot before you both down your shots in one gulp.Â
Your second shot turns into a third. Then a fourth. And soon, it becomes easier to talk to Toji and not feel so awkward. You feel loose, but not enough to come out of your clothes or fall over chairs. The liquid courage gives you just enough confidence to stop being so closed off and start talking.
Really talking. You converse with Toji the whole time about everything: your job, why he decided to bartend, where youâre both from (youâre from the US while he was born in Japan), relationships, food, etc.Â
You find that you love talking to Toji. It could be the tequila shots, but you find yourself hanging onto all of his answers, jokes, and little quips. You giggle at his attempts at flirting with you and you flirt back, slamming your attraction down on the bar. âYâknow, youâre a really good listener,â you drunkenly admit. âDefinitely not like my dick ex.â
He laughs, sucking on a lime. âItâs the magic of a bartender. I get that a lot, but you make it easy to listen.â His hooded eyes stare deeply into yours, making you turn into a puddle on the bar stool. You feel absolutely delicious and untouchable being in his presence, especially under his gaze. He canât keep his eyes off of you.Â
However, his magic is broken when a timer on his phone goes off. âWell, duty calls,â he sighs, stretching his big arms over his head. âNow I can show you all my tricks.âÂ
You giggle as he slides off of his stool and lifts up the bar to get to his post. âYou mean that big game you were talkinâ earlier?â you snigger, crossing your legs as you turn to face him. âAh-ah, sweetie,â he tuts. âI told you: itâs all real. Lemme prove it to you.âÂ
âIâd let you prove anything to me,â you think, completely and totally wet over this man. How can you not be? Every word out of his mouth sounds like an innuendo or a promise better suited for the bedroom.Â
You try to quell your horny thoughts as you watch him lean over the bar, giving you that playful smile. âWhat would you like?â he asks. âA mango daiquiri? Piña colada? Pick your poison.â
You take a moment to think, tapping one nail against your chin. âHmmmâŠhow âbout a mai tai?âÂ
Tojiâs smile falls. âSeriously?â he asks. âCâmon, darlinâ, give me somethinâ bettter!âÂ
You stick your tongue out at him. âI want what I want,â you boldly say. âNow are you gonna give it to me or do I have to find it with another bartender?â You cock your head to the side, sizing him up. Toji, on the same type of time as you, smirks and begins to whip up your order.Â
You watch his big arms and skillful hands whisk; pour; grab; shake. You imagine his hands all over you, one wrapped around your neck while the other is between your thighs, his thick fingers curled in your puâÂ
âSomethinâ here you like, miss?â he teasingly asks, his brown eyes fixed on you. Youâve been caught. âNo,â you cough, feigning embarrassment. âJust wonderinâ what the hell is takinâ so long.â A twinkle appears in Tojiâs eyes, attracted to your ability to keep up with his quips, as he finally pushes the finished drink your way.Â
He watches you as you take a sip. You moan softly at the taste, falling in love with it. âMmm!â you hum. âOkay, fine, Iâll bite. This is amazing.â
 Toji smiles, pleased. âIâm so glad I could please you,â he responds in that silky voice. âLooks like dude over there wants to please you too.â He nods down at the bar.Â
You look to where heâs looking and notice another admirer with so much hair gel that it makes his hair stick together in clumps. He gives you a smile and raises his glass your way. âMmmm,â you hum, but not in a seductive, pleased way. Youâre disgusted. âNot your type?â Toji asks, stifling his laughter as he wipes down the bar.Â
You give the stranger a small smile before turning away and sipping your drink as if he isnât there. âLetâs just say I donât like hair gel.â Toji suddenly stops cleaning, interested in you now. âThen what is your type?â he boldly asks.Â
âYou.â You pout pretending to think. A lady never tells her secrets this early, but thereâs something about the bartender that makes you want to throw all caution to the wind. You want him to know youâre feeling him.Â
âWellâŠ.I like men who are tallâŠand can make me laughâŠand are good with their hands.â You trail your eyes down to his big, strong hands. He notices. âWhat about you? Whatâs your type of girl?âÂ
You take a sip of your drink to cool yourself down, feeling hot all over. But then Toji fixes you with a look over the bar that makes you feel like youâve stepped foot in a boiling volcano. âThe kind that like mai tais,â he answers.Â
His phone rings then, stopping whatever was about to happen from happening. âThatâs my boss. Hang on a sec.âÂ
When he leaves, you finally feel like you can breathe, but your pussy has had it by now. She knows what she wants and she will get it. So you quickly take two more sips of your mai tai and fish a tip out of your purse along with a pen that you use to scribble down a message on a napkin:Â
Toji, I loved talking to you & would like to do more up in my cabin. Cabin 210. Come up if youâre interested. - Y/NÂ
You fold the money into the napkin and leave it under your drink before leaving. When you text Yuki that youâre heading upstairs and tell her to stay at the party, she catches on immediately. You donât have to tell her that Toji will possibly be upstairs with you. âJust be careful and tell me everything later,â she texts you back.Â
After an hour of waiting in your cabin, Toji doesnât show up. After two, he still doesnât show up. When three hours go by, youâve finished your glass of wine and have dozed off on the couch. When you wake up alone in your cabin with no Toji, you feel disappointment and embarrassment flare inside of you. You feel stupid.Â
While it occurs to you that you never specifically asked him when his shift ends tonight, if you had asked, you wouldâve exposed yourself for wanting to spend the night with him. You were supposed to be a creature of mystery AND seduction!Â
But maybe you shouldâve been real about your intentions from the start like Yuki encouraged you to be. You think about your lovely best friend leaving the party with Choso on her arm and going up to his room. The thought makes you green with envy.Â
You thought for sure that youâd be in the same boat as her tonight when you met Toji, but you were sadly mistaken. Now here you are, sitting alone in your pretty sundress, slightly sober from the nap and not wanting to be. Viciously swiping away a lone tear that drips down your cheek, you pour yourself another glass of wine. What you need right now is a hot bubble bath.Â
But as you walk towards the bathroom with every intention of drawing yourself a relaxing bath, stripping off your stupid dress, sipping your wine, and washing away tonight, you hear a sudden loud knock on the door.Â
You startle, nearly dropping your goblet. You stare at the door, perplexed and scared. Yuki has her own key, so she wonât be knocking. So who in the hell is knocking on your door at this time of night?Â
âYes?â you call, your voice stern, only wobbling a bit from nerves.Â
âY/N?â Tojiâs deep voice drifts through the door. âItâs Toji. Itâs late, I know, but I got your note andââÂ
Youâre walking across the room and flinging the door open before he can finish. There he is standing before you. This isnât a drunken hallucination or a mirage. He is right here at your door, still as sexy as the moment you saw him at the party. He leans against the doorframe, looking like a big Adonis. âYouâre here,â you exhale.Â
âCan I come in?â he asks, his dark eyes hopeful. You nod and step aside for him to enter the empty cabin.
âI was sayinâ I got your note, but I got held up at the party. I was put on cleaninâ duty, but after that, I shot out of there as fast as I could.â He turns to you now and takes your smaller hands in his bigger ones, gently stroking your knuckles with his thumbs. His touch sends electricity shooting throughout your body.Â
âIâm sorry to ask,â he says, his voice soft, âbut is your offer still on the table?â His gaze is not intense but it is hot. It tells you that he still wants whatever you want to happen to happen. You now know he feels the same attraction to you that you do to him.Â
Throwing all caution, insecurities, and doubt to the wind, you take your hands out of his, place them on his broad shoulders, and stand on your toes to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to his lips. Toji moans into the kiss, his lips moving in tandem with yours. He tastes of mint gum and the tequila you consumed before, his tongue slowly chasing yours.Â
When you pull away, there is a string of spit that attaches itself to your bottom lip. Tojiâs gaze is dark and heated, burning you on the spot. âDonât apologize,â you murmur against his lips. âJust fuck me. Please.âÂ
Toji grins down at you and instantly grabs your ass over your dress. âThatâs all I needed to hear, baby,â he exhales before swooping in to take you into another sloppy, open-mouthed kiss that results in a make-out session.Â
His pillowy-soft lips and stubble rubbing against your chin instantly make you wet. You canât remember the last time a manâs kiss made you feel so aroused. His hands and body too. As his fingers and big palms glide up and down your thighs and ass beneath your dress, your hands indulge in his lusciously hard muscles.Â
His biceps, pectorals, and abs all seduce you, making your inner thighs clench together in excitement. You canât help but moan and whimper into his mouth, your bodies pressed against each other, hands all over each otherâs bodies.
Finally fed up, Toji tears himself away from you, panting heavily. âTurn around and let me take this off of you,â he demands, his hands gliding down your sides. âAs good as you look in this dress, I need to see it on the floor.âÂ
You do as he says and shiver as his fingers brush your skin while he toys with the bow holding your dress up. He only has to pull on one of the ties to make it slide off your body, exposing your brown skin, naked breasts, and thong to him. He runs a hand down his face as he gapes at you. âShit,â he hisses. âNow why the fuck would anyone cheat on you? Your ex is officially a dumbass.âÂ
He moves towards you and swoops you up in his arms, wrapping them around your front. You bite your lip, instantly falling back into him. âYouâre fuckinâ perfect,â he whispers, his teeth nibbling at your ear. âLemme show you how much. Just tell me what you like.âÂ
As he kisses up and down your neck, gently sucks and nibbles on your hard nipples, and massages your ass with those big hands, you tell him every naughty, nasty thing you love. You tell him your kinks. Your fantasies. How you want to be touched and used. Tojiâs smile grows wider and his cock grows harder with every secret that you tell him.Â
Somehow, that all results in you getting spread eagle on your twin-sized bed while Toji is between your thighs, slurping at your pussy and fingerfucking you.Â
You gasp and writhe on the mattress, one hand gripping the comforter while the other is laced in Tojiâs black locks. âGod, Toji, yes!â You whine, your voice bouncing off of the roomâs walls.Â
You donât care if your neighbors hear you. Anyone would be as loud as you if they could feel Tojiâs tongue swirling against your clit and his long, skilled fingers curling up inside of you. The wet squelching of his digits fucking your cunt make you even wetter much to his enjoyment. He eagerly slurps and licks up all that you give him, his tongue sliding down to your asscrack and then up again to your slit.Â
âYou taste so fuckinâ good, mama,â he moans, pressing a kiss to your quivering inner thighs. âBut I know whatâll make ya taste even better.â He gives you a mischievous rin that both excites and scares you. He slowly slides his fingers out of you and sucks on them, looking you in your eyes as he does.
âStay here,â he orders even though youâre not going anywhere. You watch him walk over to the mini fridge in your cabin and retrieve the complimentary mini bottle of Patron that was given to you and Yuki yesterday as a welcome gift. You got that along with the bottle of wine you just consumed, a fruit plate, and a bag of chocolates that you both shared while sitting on the balcony last night.Â
Though Toji is only gone for two minutes, itâs enough to make your throbbing, aching pussy feel desperate and impatient. When he returns, you whimper, sliding your hand down to play with yourself.Â
âToji, please,â you whisper, gasping when he smacks your hand away. âUh-uh,â he sternly says. âThatâs my pussy tonight. No touchinâ whatâs mine.âÂ
The idea of that turns you on more than you can express. You helplessly watch as he pops open the Patron and takes a swig before pouring a few droplets onto your hard, brown nipples. He swoops down and sucks on both, causing shocks of pleasure to soar through you. âMmm,â you hum, eyes rolling back at the pleasure.Â
Toji pulls away, his eyes intense. âOpen your mouth,â he demands and you do. He takes a swig of the tequila before he leans in and presses his mouth to yours, spitting the Patron in it. You have no choice but to swallow it, your cunt throbbing from the act.Â
âLike that, baby?â he asks, smirking down at you. Chuckling when you nod, he hovers over you and pours some Patron on your pussy lips. You gasp as the cool liquid hits your sensitive, heated skin, but the chill doesnât last for long when Toji swoops in to engulf your cunt in his mouth and tongue.Â
âOh, Toji!â you gasp, your back arching off the bed. His fingers slip inside of you again as he hungrily laps at your pussy, slurping up your juices and the tequila. âShit,â you hiss. âRight there! Oooh, yes, right there!âÂ
The bartender chuckles against your clit, keeping the same tempo and pressure as he fingers you, causing more juices to slip down your asscrack and onto the bed. It doesnât take long for that knot in your core to tighten, threatening to snap the more Toji plays with your clit and your pussy. You grip his hair and shoulder for dear life, digging your nails into his skin and scalp.Â
âT-Toji,â you stammer. âI-Iâm close! Youâre gonnaâŠgonna make me cum.â The sexy man between your thighs mumbles in agreement against your cunt, demanding your orgasm with his fingers and tongue. âCum for me, you little slut,â he growls. âDo it. Give it to me, baby.âÂ
You donât even have a chance to warn him before your orgasm rolls out of you and hits you like a tidal wave that rocks you to your core. A loud scream-like moan escapes you as you gush all over Tojiâs face, coating his chin and mouth in your cum along with his fingers. They become sticky with you and he loves every second of it. He continues to do this even as your body squirms beneath him and you try to push him away.Â
âT-Toji,â you whimper. âW-Wait, oh, fuck, wait, i-itâs too much!â Youâve become overstimulated, your clit throbbing in protest to his tongue bath. Finally, he pulls away and hovers over you, his fingers and mouth coated in your cum. He then puts his fingers above your mouth. âTaste yourself,â he orders.Â
Like a puppet pulled on strings, you sit up and suck your cum off of his fingers, staring deep into his eyes as you do. He then tears his digits out of your mouth like you just bit him and jumps up to strip. You watch with eager eyes as he takes off his shirt, pants, and then finally his briefs.Â
Your eyes roam down his big, squeezable pecs, his washboard abs where a delicious happy trail lies, right down to his long, thick third arm swinging between his thick thighs and dripping in precum.Â
âYouâre perfect,â you whisper before you can stop yourself. Toji chuckles, pleased with your reaction to his physique. âGlad you like what you see, mama,â he says, giving his cock a little sway that has you hypnotized. âI do too.â He comes over to the edge of the bed and gets on top of you, straddling your chest.Â
Your eyes widen at the cock in your face gently probing your chin. âOpen your mouth, baby,â he coaxes. âDonât I deserve some fun too?âÂ
He pushes his hips forward, gently prying your lips apart. You allow him to slide into your mouth and stretch your jaw to accommodate his girth. He is all length and thickness, stretching out your cheeks and immediately causing spit to gather in your mouth which makes it easier for him to fuck it.Â
âShit, baby,â he groans, watching you take his cock deeper. âYou mustâve needed this too.â Through his hooded gaze, he is enchanted by the way you gag and slobber on his cock, no hands. You bob your head up and down, your moans causing vibrations along his shaft that travel all the way to his balls.Â
His hand grabs the back of your head as he begins to roll his hips against your mouth, making you take more and more of him down your throat. You begin to gag as he hits the back of your throat, but you donât pull away. He chuckles, caressing your scalp. âI like that noise,â he hums. âKeep gagginâ on that shit for me.âÂ
Like a good girl, you do, breathing through your nostrils as you do. You look up into his eyes, spit copious amounts of saliva onto his dick, and suck that shit like itâs your profession. His moans and swears egg you on, making your pussy throb and gush excitedly at the sexy sounds escaping his mouth.Â
Even with the spit dripping down your mouth and your mascara ruined, youâve never felt sexier being used like a toy for Tojiâs pleasure.Â
Having had enough, Toji finally slides out of your mouth with a moan and quickly jumps off of you. He stands at the end of the bed between your thighs and slides his dick once, twice, thrice against your slit before finally sliding home inside of the wet depths of your pussy. You both gasp in unison at the contact, the bliss hitting you both instantly.Â
He yanks on your ankles, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed, and begins slowly rocking his hips into you. The act causes your clit to glide against his pelvis and more wetness to gather in your pussy that gushes around him. It makes it much easier for Toji to fuck you, so he places his hands on either side of your head and deepens his strokes. Your mouth falls agape, the stretching sensation and pleasure you feel otherworldly. âAh!â you gasp, grabbing his shoulders.Â
Toji is feeling the same, unable to stop his hips from moving and moans from escaping his lips. âGod, youâre so fuckinâ tight,â he grunts. âYou feel so good, darlinâ.â
He pants and groans in your ear, making your pussy throb excitedly at the sounds. The pleasure is so immense that you can feel tears gently pushing past your eyes. You canât remember the last time you felt this good. You canât get enough of him. You need all of him.Â
You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. When he leans up to look down at you, you hold his gaze with yours. âFuck me, Toji,â you beg through teary eyes. âJust take what you need.âÂ
Toji takes your wrists in his hands and pins them above your head, causing your heart to leap. âNoâŠIâm gonna give you what you need,â he softly growls and captures your mouth in a sloppy kiss.
And then he proceeds to grab your hips and piston into you until you see stars. You canât stop the moans and gasps that escape you as his cock strokes your insides, causing lewd squelches and bouncing bedsprings to create a symphony of sex in the cabin.Â
To anyone walking by your room, theyâd absolutely know whatâs up. Youâre so loud that, of course, theyâd hear your incoherent words mushed together from the pleasure and deep dick youâre being given. âFuck, Toji, yes!â you babble. âFuck me just like that! Just. Like. That!âÂ
Toji grins above you, proud of the way youâre submitting to him with every roll of his hips. Your body looks so good beneath him, pinned down to the bed with no way to go. You have no choice but to take all the dick heâs giving you. He loves the way your tits jiggle with every thrust of his hips, giving him something to watch other than your pretty face.Â
He wonders what else he can make jiggle. Suddenly getting an idea, he pauses in his fucking and places his hands under your ass. Without pulling out, he picks you up and begins walking with you away from the bed. âW-Where are we going?â you softly ask, tightening your limbs around him. Toji just smirks at you as he uses one hand to unlock the balcony. âTo get some air.âÂ
When you suddenly feel the cool air tinged with the smell of sea salt on your skin, you feel your heart leap and your stomach flip. What is he planning?Â
With a soft moan, Toji pulls out of you and places you onto your feet. His eyes, filled with lust, are illuminated by the big, silver moon that hangs above the dark sea below.Â
âBend over,â he demands.Â
Your eyes widen at him. âW-What?â you squeak. âBut someone could see us!â There are plenty of people down below and on either side of you in their own cabins. Anyone could look up or over at you getting slutted out on the balcony.Â
Toji firmly grasps your chin and squeezes your cheeks together, his expression almost feral. âI donât give a fuck,â he growls. âThey can look all the way. Regardless, Iâm makinâ you cum and then fillinâ you up. Now bend the fuck over.â With his other hand, he gives your ass a smack. âDonât make me ask you again.â
With your ass stinging and your pussy weeping, how can you deny him? You turn around and slowly bend over the balcony, grasping the bar as you do. You moan as he slides his cock up against your slit, nudging your clit, before sliding in again. Your moans grow embarrassingly louder as he begins to fuck you, his cock sinking deeper inside of you at this angle.
âFuuuck, you got wetter, mama,â he cackles, gripping your hips. âWhat, does my little slut like gettinâ backshots in public?âÂ
Slowly, he lifts up one of your legs, not enough to hurt you but enough to make you feel even more of him. His heavy balls slap against your clit as he thrusts a little faster than before, paying close attention to how you respond. T-Toji, no!â you whine. âSomeoneâs gonna see!âÂ
You can see people walking about on the lower deck, unaware of the woman getting backshots above them.Â
SMACK!Â
He gives your asscheek another harsh swat that echoes across the water. âDidnât I tell you I donât give a fuck?â he grunts. âLet âem see this pussy gettinâ filled up. Iâm givinâ you more pleasure than theyâll ever have in their lives, baby.âÂ
He grabs one of your tits with one hand, massaging it while he presses his face into your hair. You can feel him everywhere. Your senses are filled with nothing but him.Â
Getting fucked by him in the summer, sea breeze and moonlight is the most erotic thing that has ever happened to you. You can feel your pussy tightening around him, your peak nearing.Â
As if sensing it, Toji turns your face to meet his as he continues to piston his cock into you, though he slows his pace in favor of agonizingly slow strokes. âLook at me, you little slut,â he demands. âWatch me fuck you.â His handsome face is flushed, sweat sticking to his forehead. âTell me it feels good. Tell me you love this fuckinâ cock.âÂ
You feel delirious from the pleasure, like another woman who lives off of getting fucked and slutted out for the rest of her days has crawled into your body. âI love it!â you whine. âI fucking love it the way you fuck me, Daddy!â Thatâs the magic word for Toji.Â
He grips you to him and proceeds to fuck you faster, harder, giving you exactly East you need. You wrap your arm around his head to bring him closer, sharing a sloppy kiss as his thrusts quickly bring you over the edge. You donât care if people see you. You donât care if they hear you. All that matters is right now. All that matters is that you cum.Â
âGod, Toji!â you shout, your voice carried among the waves. âYouâre gonna make me cum!â Toji loops a hand around your neck and squeezes, making you gasp at the pressure. âTry again, mama.âÂ
Realizing your mistake, you quickly correct yourself, needing to cum. âDaddy, please,â you sob. âPlease keep going! I need you to make me cum!âÂ
Toji smiles against your cheek, supremely satisfied with your compliance. âGood girl,â he grunts. âMâclose too. Want you to cum on this dick while I fill you up.âÂ
There is no more talking. Only desperate moans, grunts, and gasps as he takes you to the land of bliss with his cock. You get yourself there quicker by rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts and finally, that knot inside of your core snaps. âIâm cumming, Iâm cumming!â you babble.Â
Toji doesnât need to warn you. His desperate, sloppy thrusts tell you that heâs close and when he grips you tighter than a vice, your body flush against his, you know that heâs cumming you. As your pussy gushes around him, his cock explodes and floods you with his cum.Â
You both moan in unison as your orgasms take you through the stars and above, beyond the sea and beyond that. Itâs blissful. Itâs a high youâve never experienced before.Â
When it fades, Toji pulls his cock, wet with your cum, out of you and wraps his hand around it, pumping it as he gives you a heated look. âOn your knees. Iâm not done with you yet.â
On wobbly legs, you kneel down in front of him, watching him lazily stroke his cock in front of you. âClean yourself off of me,â he demands. âYou made the mess, so you need to clean it up.âÂ
You open your mouth and lazily lick his cock, cleaning yourself off of him. He softly moans as you do, caressing your hair. âGood girl,â he sighs. âNow did I make it up to you or what?â
You lean your head against his thigh, too exhausted to reply. âAw, poor thing got fucked too good,â he chuckles. âCâmon, letâs get you inside.âÂ
Suddenly, youâre lifted off of the floor and carried into the cabin. You feel the cool comforter underneath you as Toji lays you down on the bed and then his warm, hard body curls next to yours. You lean your head on his chest as he tests his hand on your ass, comfortable and content.
âSo Iâm guessinâ theyâll be a next time for this while youâre on your trip?â he asks.Â
You can only nod in response, a smile on your face, as sleep comes like a wave and sweeps you out to sea with him. Your heartbreak finally vanishing all because of your beloved bartender.Â
â€ïž SYNOPSIS: nanako and mimiko have a lonely papaâluckily for him, theyâre master matchmakers. (alternatively, kids are smarter than we think.)
â€ïž CONTENT: f!reader, single dad!suguru, preschool teacher!reader, both are mid 20s-early 30s, and both are lonely asf, egregious usage of ây/nâ and this is your only warning, light angst, but mainly fluff, nanako and mimiko are very active participants, alcohol, first dates ⊠18+, minors and ageless blogs DNI.
â€ïž XOXO, PUMA: um. how does one interact with children.
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âMISS Y/N!â Nanako hollers. She always comes screaming into class, loud enough to make you to wince, loud enough to make you to debate whether itâs appropriate to tell a child thatâs not yours to shut up. Mimiko trails right behind, clutching Mr. Bun tight to her chest. âMarry my Papa!â
And you, who was prepared to welcome your favorite girls with open armsâyes, teachers arenât supposed to have favorites, but they doâstutter and falter. Nanako comes crashing into your knee, and somehow, knocks wind out of you in the process.
âNanako,â Mr. GetĆ hisses from the entrance. Heâs always the first parent here, work, you assume. Never too early, but early enough that youâre the only two adults in the room, early enough to barely miss the morning rush. You donât mind the extra company, even if Nanako is a whirlwind and a half. And, as much as she tries to hide it, her twin sister isnât much better. JustâŠquieter.
Mr. GetĆ turns to you with a polite smile, because thatâs all heâs ever beenâpolite, kind, courteous. A bit distant. Not that you know many parents beyond drop off and pick up. If anything, you understand most of them through their kids. What Suguruâs daughters say about him, though, is beyond you.
âIâm sorry about her,â he apologizes, like his girls havenât been in your class all year. Polite. Youâd be lying if you didnât say Mr. GetĆ was one of the more attractive parents, and unfortunately, all the single moms agree. The single moms, in their LuluLemons and Athleta and reusable Starbucks cups. You look down at your multicolored patchwork apron, the white dress underneath stained with every crayon and marker in your classroom. Yeah, definitely not his type.
Mr. GetĆ is cleanâheâs made of sharp edges and hard lines, and youâre made of circles and vomiting rainbows. Heâd definitely prefer someone clean and sharp like him. A business woman, maybe. With a really killer bob.
âItâs okay,â you wave it off before kneeling to give Nanako a proper hug. Lightly, Mimiko weasels her way in. âDid you two bring a lunch, today?
The question is superfluousâof course, they did. Mimiko is allergic to most things, and itâs a much safer play to simply bring food from home. But, if you forget to remind them immediately, theyâll forget to give it to you, and youâll forget to remind them once the chaos of class starts. Itâs an endless cycle of forgetting.
Nanako nods vehemently, digging into her themed backpack for two modern bento boxes, and hands them over with chubby fingers. âYep! Papa made it!â
You smile and nod, getting to your feet to refrigerate them. With knees popping and aching on your way up, you wonder how long youâll have until you feel truly, properly old. Mr. GetĆ lingers in the doorway, pays a swooning mother no mind as she unleashes her feral child in the room, and you find an excuse for small talk, because you can.
âWhatâd you make them?â Youâre digging into the mini-fridge now, the one by the front door, and place their lunch boxes in the spot you always put them. Lower level, to the right. Mr. GetĆ shrugs in his suit like he doesnât have somewhere to be.
âJust leftovers,â he says. You stand to your feet, brushing the apron off. âTako sausage and omurice.â
âAwh, I love tako sausage,â you gush, and eye the room as it slowly begins to fill. Single mothers whisper behind your back. You know, becase your hackles raise. âI donât know why, but sausage always tastes better squid-ified.â
Mr. GetĆ lifts an eyebrow. ââŠSquid-ified.â
âYeah,â you nod away the stark reminder of exactly why youâre not this manâs type. He seems like such a no nonsense guy, and here you are, yapping.
âWell. If I knew that, I wouldâve brought you some,â he offers with a kind smile, and your knees buckle. Just a little.
âBah,â you wave the platitude away. âIâm an adult. If I really want tako sausage that bad, I can make it.â
âDo you?â
âDo I what.â
âMake it.â
âOh! No.â You snort, suppress a giggle, and breathe. âIâm lazy.â
Crossing his arms, Mr. GetĆ rests a shoulder against the door frame. âSays the woman taking care of twenty gremlins on a daily basis.â
âHey, they may be gremlins, but theyâre my gremlins,â you say, eyes scanning the room. YĆ«ji Itadori gnaws on a jumbo block. You should probably take it from him before he hurts himself. Thankfully (unthankfully) Mr. GetĆ checks his watch, and realizesâ
âShit, Iâm going to be late. I will, um, see you at pick up,â he pushes away from the wall, smile never failing. Class is going to begin soon, anyways. Before you can respond, though, he perks up with an afterthought. âOh, andâif Nanako says anything else, please disregard it. Itâs notâŠshe has a fixation, right now.â
You donât even know what thatâs supposed to mean.
âUmâŠokay?â
âOkay,â Mr. GetĆ exhales, wavering by the door for one more second. âSee you at five?â
âSounds good,â you smile, and avoid thinking about how it sounds like a promise. Lock the fuck in. Youâre no better than any of the mothers that swoon under the smooth of his voice. And, you hate yourself for it, every single time.
Once Mr. GetĆ leaves, so do the rest of the parentsâthe mothers, lingering, hoping that he might give them a sliver of his day. Fools, you think, because they wonât get anything if it doesnât concern Nanako or Mimiko.
You walk to the front of the room, taking YĆ«jiâs block away from him on the way. Luckily, heâs not a crier.
âOkay, everyone! Quiet Coyote!â
âPapaâs crying again.â
âI know.â
âHeâs lonely.â
âI know.â
Suguru GetĆ is such a good dad.
While this something you know, it doesnât make your heart swell any less.
âSee! He likes you, lots!â Nanako holds up the sticky note plastered to the interior of her lunch. You crouch to read, instead of taking the note and pulling it to your face.
have a good day at school! i love you both so much. please donât give ms. y/n a hard time. (nanako)
And, while thereâs no proof that âhe likes you lots,â you appreciate Nanakoâs match making sentiment nonetheless. Mimiko eats quietly next to her. Eyeing the tako sausage in their bento boxes, your mouth waters. Just a little bit.
But, you brought a sandwich. God, adult food is so boring.
âYes, your Dad is a very nice man,â you smile, and ruffle ginger hair. Nanako beams.
âExactly! So youâll marry him?â
âNo, Nanako.â
Nanako whines at that, and even Mimiko seems a little disappointed. âWhat? Why not?â
You suppress a groan. How do you explain without alluding to adult concepts that run right over childrenâs heads.
âBecause, thatâs not how relationships work, Sweetie,â you sigh, and adjust your legs so your knees hurt less. âBoth people need to be on board. Itâs a partnership.â
Nanako frowns. âPardnership?â
You hum and nod. âYes. Like the buddy systemâmarriage is one big buddy system.â
âBut,â her bottom lip warbles, and shit, fuck, âPapa wants a buddy.â
âAnd, heâll get one,â you know he will, it just wonât be you. And, youâre fine with that, you barely know the manâheâs just nice to look at, and takes very good care of the only two angels on Earth. âBut, he has to choose. You canât choose for him.â
âButââ
âNo buts, Nanako,â because, you really canât have this conversation for much longer. âEat your food before it gets cold, okay? Your Papa will find a buddy, soon.â
âBut,â Nanako begins again, because sheâs stubborn, and has never been a good listener unless she wants to be. âBut, youâd be a good buddyâI want you to be his buddy.â
You sigh. Swallow. Pat Nanako on the head in hopes itâll placate whatever is going through her little mind at the moment.
âEat your food, Nanako.â
âPapa, why donât we have a Mommy, yet?â
âGirlsâyouâre four years old. Papa need a little more time than that.â
âWhy?â
ââŠBecause.â
âThatâs a bad reason!â
Youâre a little lonely. You can admit that, at least.
Itâs not easyâafter wrangling 20 five year olds all dayâto have the energy for much else but recuperation. Youâve gone on a few dates, during the summer when class is no longer an something to worry about. You make as much time as you can for friends, on the weekends, maybe once or twice a month, when you donât have a laundry list of errands to run because you waited the whole week to do them. That doesnât make your apartment feel any less empty, though.
Heating up the other half of your sandwich, you try to remember the last time you went on a second date. Your boyfriend from college, maybe? You both lived on opposite sides of the country, and it wasnât long after graduation before everything fell apart. Most parents you meet are surprised that you donât have kids of your own by now, but thatâs not the caseâthe issue is that you have twenty of them, from eight to three.
(To five, if you count the after school program.)
The microwave beeps, and you take the sandwich out. Itâs cold in the middle, you shouldâve flipped it open, but youâre too tired to care. Thatâs been a reoccurring thing, latelyâbeing tired. Being cold.
âBut, youâd be a good buddy!â
Yeah. You wouldnât mind a buddy, either, Nanako.
ââŠWhat are you two doing?â
âNothing, Papa!â
âGirlsâthank you. Now, go to bed. I wonât ask again.â
âOkay, goodnight!â
Click.
âThereâs an h in spaghetti, Nanakoââ
Now. As stated, Mimiko is just as bad as her sister. Possibly worseâat least, Nanako is easy to say no to.
âMy Papa is sadâand you can make him happy.â
Yeah. Thatâs what she starts with. What the fuck.
She holds out a homemade card with two hands, thumb and index pinching both sides until it wrinkles. From what you can see, thereâs a pink glittering heart on the cover, with the names Miss Y/N and Papa above in crayon and stilted handwriting. This is a form of guilt tripping youâre severely unfamiliar with.
You take the cardâbecause fuck, are you supposed to just make her stand there?âand open it because you can. Curiosity killed the cat.
THEESE WEKEND
PAPAS HOWSS FOR SPAHGETI
You snort. It takes you way too long to understand âhowssâ is house.
âMimiko,â you sigh, because, out of the two sisters, âyou know I canât. Your Papa has to choose his buddy, remember?â
She lets out an exhale, curling a lip of frustration, and wow, Mimiko, the fuck. âYes, butâheâs not choosing one.â
âAnd, thatâs okay,â you smile, pocketing the card before kneeling to her level. This is totally going on your fridge, your feelings surrounding the situation be damned. âMaybe, he doesnât want a buddy right now.â
âThenâThen, he doesnât get to cry about it!â She stomps a foot, and you want to say whoâs crying about what, but keep it to yourself. âHe wonât even see Uncle GojĆ anymore. Justâcome this weekend. Please.â
You sigh. You wonât, but, âIâll think about it, Mimiko.â
âDid you do it?â
âYes.â
âDo you thinkââ
âYes.â
âDid you know your daughters invited me to your house, this weekend?â
âI did not,â Mr. GetĆ huffs with levity, and you join him in watching the girls climb the monkey bars. Itâs a few hours since school ended, and the afterschool program is in full effect. Luckily (unluckily), youâre in charge of that, too. Itâs not like you have anything better to do.
You pull the card out from your apron, and wave the cover design in his face before opening it, and trying your best to stay true to the spelling. âTheese wekendâŠpapaâs howssâŠfor spahgeti.â
âWow.â Mr. GetĆ runs a hand over his lower face, chucking before he asks, âMay I see that?â
Gladly, you hand it over.
âThis is what they were doing last night,â he realizes aloud. âI was wondering why there was glitter all over the floor.â
âAh yes, sheâs elusive,â you nod solemnly, remembering how many times that godforsaken powder followed you out the class and into the home. Mr. GetĆ lifts an eyebrow. âGlitter, I mean.â
He snorts, nods, and passes the card back like he knew you wanted to keep it. The twins finally notice their Dad waiting, and come bounding over, covered in a level of sweat and grime that only a child could tolerate.
Itâs immediateâthe way Mr. GetĆ lights up.
He kneels down with open arms, each girl taking one, squeezing and pulling with no care for his pristine black suit. He doesnât seem to care, either, as he cradles both of their heads and leaves twin kisses in his wake.
âHow was school?â
âIt was great! Did you know bears sleep for so long?!â
âMiss Y/N is coming to our house this weekend.â
You gawk, and look at Mimiko with absolute betrayal, because thatâs not what you said. âI said, Iâd think about it!â
Mr. GetĆ looks at you over his daughters head with a grin in his eyes.
âIs she, now?â
âYep, I invited heââ
âWe invited her!â Nanako adds loudly, lifting a hand in the air like sheâs still in class. âBut Mimiko delivered the letter because no one can say no to her!â
You knew it. You knew it, that wretch.
Mr. GetĆ laughs and stands, patting his daughters on the head on the way. You sigh but keep a good natured smile, knowing you will be screaming about this into a pillow later.
âYou two are scary,â he says with a smile, then redirects it to you, and youâreâŠ
âSorry, about that,â you breathe, because this is embarrassing. Beyond, actually, because itâs like his girls have a radar for your exact typeâtheir dad.
âNo, I should be the one apologizing,â Mr. GetĆ steps forward. Mimiko forces a conversation out of Nanako, a sidebar, away enough to give you two privacy. Both of their eyes drift, though. âI told youâthey have a fixation. Theyâll get over it.â
âOh no, itâs okay,â you wave his words away with both hands. âI get it. Plus, itâs endearing, when itâs notâŠâ
âEmbarrassing.â
âYeah,â your fingers curl into the bottom of your apron. âBut um, you should, like, totally put yourself out there moreânot that, um, only if you want, but yâknow, you could have anyone! So, uh, go for it!â
Mr. GetĆ snorts, and the sunset dances in his eyes and turns them molten. Heâs staring at you too much. You should probably put the anxiously supportive thumbs up away. âAnd, that was supposed to beâŠencouraging.â
You clear your throat. âYeah, it was an attempt. Iââ
âWhatâs your answer?â
What.
âWhat?â
âOr,â Mr. GetĆ tilts his head, edits the sentence. âWhat would be your answer. If I, um, asked you. ForâŠspahgeti.â
You snort at the pronunciation, too focused on the way he smells to notice the fact that Mimiko and Nanakoâs conversation has come to a lull. Now, theyâre watching in rapt attention.
âUh, sureâyes,â you blink, pinch your arm just to make sure this isnât a dream, andânope. Itâs still Thursday. Youâre still at school. Covered in washable paint. âYes, I would, um, I like spahgeti.â
He laughs a little, and you scrunch away a smile. You want to hear that, again.
âSix on Saturday?â
âYeah,â you nod, you keep nodding, you need to stop nodding. âYeah, sounds great.â
âNo, you cannot cook the spaghetti yourselves.â
âButââ
âAbsolutely notâMimiko, howâd you learn how to turn on the stove?!â
ââŠWatching you.â
Maybe, you shouldnât be going to a random manâs house. But, that random man is Mr. GetĆ, and he has daughtersâso itâs not like heâs going to murder you, right?
Though, youâre more worried about accidentally murdering yourself on the way. You donât notice the bright orange hand until after youâre honked at, a third of the way through the crosswalk.
âWatch where youâre going!â
Well. Fuck you, too.
The bottle of wine feels weird in your handsâtoo heavy and too cold, and the closer you get to your destination, the closer you get to the expensive side of town, the lump in your throat swells to a softball. You get comfortable with regret when you knock on his door thrice, hurting your knuckles in the process.
Christ, Mr. GetĆ lives here?
It doesnât take long for him to open the doorâŠostensibly, not in a suit.
Itâs strange seeing him outside of school. The issue is, outside of school, you dress the same. Apparently, Mr. GetĆ doesnât wear suits all day, in the comfort of his own home, and thatâsâŠweird.
(Not that you thought he wouldâbut also, he totally seems like the type of guy who would.)
âAh, hello! Thank you for coming.â
Today, he dons jeans and a button down shirt, both oversized enough to be comfortable, but nice enough to beâŠnice. His hair isnât as neat as it typically is, but half-up nonetheless, with a stray hair working its way out the hair tie. Thereâs a streak of green marker on his chin, and you giggle at it, gesturing to your own.
âYouâve gotâŠumâŠâ
Mr. GetĆ slams a hand over his chin with a groan. âMarker?â
He steps out of the doorway to let you in, and you take the opportunity with a smile. âLooks like itââ
âMiss Y/N!â
Nanako and Mimiko come screaming down the hall and around the corner. You take them to the chestâwell, the waistâas Mr. GetĆ disappears to, presumably, wash the green off his face.
âYou came!â Nanako beams. You give her a small smile, because the little girl has no idea what you went through, internally, to drag yourself out of your apartment this evening.
âI did,â you nod, and give a very happy Mimiko a soft glare. She doesnât even waver. They both guide you to a pleasantly placed table in the dining room, decorated with the worksâroses and candles and actual porcelain plates. You donât even think you own actual porcelain plates. Certainly not due to your own volition. The lighting is warm, and cozy, and could easily put you to sleep.
They sit you at the head, fussing over your hair, your outfit, and apparently, the way you sit.
âPapa has been working all day,â Mimiko says as Nanako tries to push your chair in, but canât, because sheâs five and youâre four times her size. âHe wouldnât let us help. Be nice to him.â
That or else hangs heavy in the air, and you gulp. This isnât intimidating at all.
Before you start to regret your decision for the third time, Mr. GetĆ comes out of the kitchen while patting his hands dry with a reusable towel. Immediately, the girls scatterâsprinting down a seemingly endless hallway, and duck into the third room on the left. The door slams shut. Then, a series of giggles.
ââŠIâve never seen them move so quickly,â Mr. GetĆ mutters, and you laugh quietly in agreement.
But, now, without Nanako or Mimiko to fill the void with insanity, you donât know what to say. Silence lulls, and itâs loud.
âMe neither.â
ThisâŠis awkward.
Mr. GetĆ seems to feel it too, because immediately, he gets the ball rolling, and points to the kitchen. âSo, dinner is ready but, um, I donât know if you want me to make your plate, or if you want to make your own, orâŠâ
âI can make it,â you insist, standing to your feet and grabbing the very nice, probably very expensive plate. You pray that you wonât drop it, somehow. âI wanna see what your kitchen looks like, anyway.â
Mr. GetĆ chuckles, light and good-natured. And, if you sway, itâs not your fault. âWhy?â
You shrug, following him into through a doorway. âTells you a lot about a person.â
Mr. GetĆ makes a sound, a hum of contemplative agreement. And, the kitchen isâŠaggressively domestic. This is about to be the worst first date of your life, you already knowânot because itâs going to end poorly, but because you kind of want this man. And, you canât tell yourself the last time youâve been on a second date.
Two bowls fill the islandâone with spaghetti (spahgeti), one with saladâand a plate of garlic bread. It smells heavenly and your mouth waters, completely forgetting your mission to judge this man into unattractiveness.
(Though, thereâs nothing to judge. All it says is that heâs quite organized, and loves his daughters.)
You notice a familiar drawing pinned to the fridgeâitâs a simple one, with three stick figures holding hands, the two on the ends much shorter than the one in the middle. They stand on a poorly crayoned field, and the names mimi, nana, and papa are written above their respective figures in black crayon, along with a date in the corner.
âThey drew that the first day of class,â Mr. GetĆ reminisces, coming around the counter to get a better look. The date lines upâas does the fact that you struggled to place it. âCame home ranting about how they wanted Miss Y/N to be their mama.â
You snort, and ignore every feeling in your beingâincluding the weight of the plate in your hands. It doesnât drop, though. âKids have no shame.â
âNone. Especially mine.â Mr. GetĆ adds, moving past you to rummage through a cupboard. Then, offering, âWater? Alsoâhelp yourself.â
As your eyes follow his arm when he gestures to the counter, your stomach grumbles on cue. Itâs not your fault you donât know how to cook. You nod, grabbing the giant plastic spoon, and try your best to not seem greedy.
âYes, please! This looks so good, Mr. GetĆ, Iââ
âSuguru,â he corrects, and you nearly jump. Heâs behind you, now, reaching for something, you donât know, youâre not paying attention. Suguru, your brain goes. Suguru, Suguru, Suguruâ
âYâknow, I donât think I ever knew your first name,â you realize aloud, taking the last spoonful youâll allow yourself. He drifts away to fill the glasses with water, and you exhale, finally being able to breathe. You move onto the salad.
âThatâs it?â He asks and hands you a glass, eyeing your plate. You gulp. Did you fuck up, already?â
âHave some more.â And then, heâs grabbing another spoonful of spaghettiâone much fuller than any of the three you gave yourself. âPleaseâI made so much food.â
âWell, yeah,â you defend. âBut, yâknow, Nanako and Mimiko are gonna eat some, soââ
âAnd, theyâre five. They eat this much,â Suguru takes the plate from you (youâve lost your privileges, clearly) and fills the spoon again, lifting it in the air like it represents âthis much.â âItâs okay if you donât finish it, I justâI want to make sure you get enough.â
He hands the plate back to you, not before adding two pieces of garlic bread, much heavier than you found it. Itâs accompanied by a sheepish smile, one that makes it seem like heâs digging a grave for himself deeper than necessary. Your heart swells nonetheless. Then, you stomp on it, chanting stupid, stupid, stupid, because, if you think he isnât doing this just to humor his daughters, youâd be just that. Stupid.
âOh!â You remember, âI also brought wineâI donât know if youâre, like, a wine guy, or not, butââ
âSure,â Suguru shrugs as he starts to fill his own plate. You waver with your own by the threshold, because you donât know what to do otherwise. âThere are wine glasses on the table. Letâs pop it open.â
âYes, now kiss! K-I-S-S-I-Nââ
âShhhhâtheyâre going to hear us!â
âOpa!â
You love opening a wine bottle. You love the pop of the cork, the resistance from the airâbut, you let Suguru open it this time. Because, God forbid your elbow goes flying, or the cork, and you knock over one of his lovely candles, and set his very nice place on fire. Suguru scrunches his nose with a smile at your exclamation. You remember where you are, again.
âSorry,â you recant, and Suguru just shakes his head, slowly filling your glass.
âNoâI like it when youâre comfortable.â
With that, he passes the glass back and smiles, and youâŠignore what he just said, actually. Because, youâre already a hop, skip, and a jump from falling for this man, and there is absolutely no point in doing that.
âWhat do you do for work?â You ask instead, because anything other than small talk would turn garbled. Suguru eyes lift from his own filling glass, to you, like it was a question he wasnât expecting.
âOh, um, Iâm a Lit professor, actually.â
âLit as inâŠliterature, or as in lit-lit, like turnt lit?â Youâre reaching, you doubt the word lit is anywhere in Suguruâs vocabulary unless he means literature, but you just need to double-check.
âAs in literature,â he chuckles, swirling wine around the glass like a professional. âI, unfortunately, doubt any of my students would refer to me as lit.â
âYou never know,â you shrug, taking a bite. After a swallow and a hum, you nod. âThis is really good.â
âThanks,â he grins, and takes a sip of the wine. His eyes widen, like he wasnât expecting it, but, âso is this.â
You thank him in return, and silence comes back screaming. You hate to say itâs because youâre stuffing your face, and you try to do so as politely as possible, but you are, and itâs not your faultâthe food is good, and you havenât found time in between grading obscure drawings and letter identification tests to eat today.
Suguru props a chin on his hand and watches you eat, swirling his glass againâyou start to wonder if thatâs just something he does with his hands. It isnât until you realize his fork is clean, food untouched, that you finally falter. With food in your cheeks, no less.
ââŠAre you not hungry?â
Suguru blinks himself to the present, and whatever look he wore dissipates into his usual. He picks the fork up, after that.
âYes, sorry,â he huffs a laugh at himself, seemingly self-deprecating. âYouâre cute, is all.â
You start chokingâpartially, because you had the bright idea to swallow when he opened his mouth. You try to wash it down with wine, but when it only prickles the itch, you choose water instead.
âSorry, was that too forward?â He asks, with a smirk, which makes you think he doesnât mean it. Not in the genuine way, at least. You wave it off, recovering and trying to breathe through the embarrassment of choking on a noodle like a child.
âNo,â you croak, though you want to say yes, but not in a bad way. âNo, Iâm justâŠâ
Youâre just what? Floored? Flabbergasted? Fucking sweating beyond repair?
âFlattered,â you finish. You should probably slow down on the food before you give yourself a stomach ache, but most of it is already gone. Suguru smiles as he chews behind a hand.
âGood.â
You are going to scream. What the fuck is this.
Because, youâre quickly beginning to learn, Mr. GetĆ and Suguru are two very different people. And, while Mr. GetĆ is hot, yes, Suguru isâŠ
âWhat do you think theyâre doing, right now?â Suguruâs eyes dart to the hallway, and you snicker.
âProbably eavesdropping!â You yell the last word, only to hear tiny feet scatter. Shaking your head, you mutter, ânosy.â
Suguru snorts. âTell me about it.â
âOh, I will,â you nod, unfortunately getting comfortable enough to yap. Well. There it goesâthe second date. There it goes, sprinting out the door and on a flight to a different country, until the concept of a second date is no longer feasible. âThose two in class? Little rascals. Sometimes, I have to separate them.â
âLucky,â Suguru laments with a chuckle. âWish I could do that at home.â
You shrug, and take a sip of wine. âIâm complaining, but. Theyâre good kids. Theyâre smart, and they liven up the place. Even help other kids if they finish their work earlyâthough, thatâs mainly MimikoâŠNanako always finds something to do. You did good.â
âThanks,â Suguru says, and suddenly, the burning candlelight is much more interesting than your face. âI getâŠworried, you know? That they donât have a mom.â
âSure, but,â and you look into the hallway again, wondering if the girls came back, how much of the conversation they can actually hear. âTheyâve got you. And, from what I hear, you fill both roles spectacularly.â
Suguru shrugs. âI try.â
Suguru shrugs, and you overstep. Possibly. Maybe. âAm I allowed to ask what happened?â
âOh,â he laughs, tight and bordering on bitter, with eyes trained tight on the plate before him. âIâm, um, technically not their dad. Weâre relatedâcousins, but Iâve been taking care of them since they were babies. Their parents, uh, werenât exactly up to the task.â
He keeps it vague but answers anyway. You take the hint, and donât pry anymore. Thereâs a part of you that relaxes at that fact, the fact that there isnât another woman, but you berate yourself for it immediately. It doesnât seem like a good thought to have.
âWellâI think youâre the best dad they could ask for. This spahgeti? Fire.â
Suguru laughs, for what you realize, is technically the very first timeânot around words or to hide behind, but an actual laugh, that rumbles from his belly outward with a smile that crowds his eyes. You want to hear it again, and again, and again, until youâre too dizzy, and have to get off the ride, or else.
Heâs still smiling upon recovery. âYouâre sweet.â
You frown, âbut, I mean it!â
Suguru snorts, and looks back down to his plate. That smile doesnât fade.
âI know.â
Dinner goes by faster than you want it to.
To stall, you offer to help with the dishes. Suguru doesnât let youâbut he does let you stay.
ââand then, she said God fucking shit.â
âNo,â you gasp from your seat by the kitchen island. Suguru nods wisely.
âOh, yes,â he hisses. You ignore the way his back works as he dries the last dish, opting to fiddle with a ring on your finger instead of drool, but, occasionally, lift to partake in the sinfully domestic sight. âI wish the walls werenât so thin when I stub my toe, but.â
âBut, theyâre always listening,â you finish with a giggle, because, been there, done that. Suguru huffs in agreement.
âYes,â Suguru laments, and after placing the dry dish into a cupboard, turns to you. âTop five most horrifying moments of my life when I heard her say it.â
âI can imagine. IâŠalso stubbed my toe a while ago, said dammit, and we had a kid that wouldnât stop saying it for weeks. Had to explain it to his parents and everything,â you sigh. The embarrassment from the whole situation comes back in full force as you tuck a head into your hands. He chuckles, placing the towel over the sink.
âSounds like you have it worse than me.â
âMeh, only from 8-5,â you shrug, but he shakes his head.
âExactly,â Suguru insists while resting a forearm on the island across from you. âAnd I have mine from 5-8âbut only two kids, not twenty.â
âThey wrangle each other, half the time,â you wave. âQuiet Coyote works wonders.â
âIâm sure it does,â Suguru chuckles, and stands up, pushing away from the counter. âLet me walk you out.â
Ah, yes. Itâs that time, now, isnât it?
Suguru walks you the few steps to the door, it not being too far from the kitchen. Youâre about to say goodbye, maybe shake his hand or something else equally awkwardâwhatever people do after first dates when they donât go horribly. But, the second you reach the foyer, little feet come bounding around the corner.
âYouâre leaving already?â
âNo, stay! We can have a sleepover!â
You giggle when Suguru sighs, getting down on a knee to turn to his daughters. âGirlsâWeâve taken up enough of her time. Miss Y/N has a life outside of class, you know.â
Which, is false, but you appreciate the sentiment nonetheless. They whine and pout but Suguru has the last word, and after you hug them goodbye, he sends them to their rooms. Knowing them, theyâre still lingering in the hallway, hiding behind a wall.
âGood to know they had fun, too,â you snort, and Suguru stands, fighting a smile and failing.
âNosy little brats,â he mutters under his breath. Then, hollering over his shoulder, âGo to bed, you two!â
More shuffling feet, and you sigh. âTheyâre not going to bed.â
âNope,â Suguru shakes his head in agreement. âNot at all.â
âWell, um, thatâs my cue,â you say, stilted, and tightening the grip on your purse. âI should probably go before the trains stop running.â
âOh! Yes,â Suguru says, like he forgot, and like he expected to linger with you in his doorway forever. âI had fun.â
âI did, too.â
Suguru makes no move to let you outâand you make no move to leave, because you donât know how his front door works, whether you have to unlock before you exit, and would prefer to avoid embarrassing yourself after an genuinely decent night. Suguru scratches the back of his head.
âI was wondering, actually, if youâd like to go on a proper date,â he says it around a breath, one he was holding. âOne without my daughters right around the corner.â
âWeâre not listening!â
ââŠLike that,â he mutters, but youâre too busy trying to make sure your feet are firmly planted on his lovely wooden flooring, not floating in the air on cloud nine.
âOh, as in,â you breathe, and promptly black out. Hopefully, you say something that makes enough sense. âUh, yeah. Yep. Definitely down for that.â
âOkay, great,â he smiles, and itâs that smile again, the one you want to bottle and keep forever. âWhen are you available?â
âOh, whenever,â you say, before you realize you should dial it back, dial it way back. âI meanâuh, preferably not school days, but Iâm pretty free on the weekends.â
âHow about a week from now? Next Saturday.â
Next Saturdaâdo you even have time to purge your closet by next Saturday?
âSure, sounds good.â
âIce cream, Papa!â
âNo.â
âPleaaaaase?â
âNo.â
âPretty please with a cherry on top?â
ââŠFine.â
âReally?!â
Monday comes, and youâre fucking terrified.
Because, Suguru is a guy straight out of a YA novelâand you donât know whether he asked you out again to humor his kids, again (youâre in denial), or if a guy that you actually find physically and emotionally attractive wants to go on a date with you. Again.
But, youâre about to find out, becauseâ
âGood Morning, Miss Y/N!â
You put on a brave face, the bravest face you can muster. Also, just your luck, youâre running out of laundry, and instead of doing it Saturday night like you usually do, you went to Suguruâs. Sunday, you were too busy panicking to be useful. So, yes, maybe you have on the ugliest cat sweater you ownâbut it was either that, or a cacti shirt.
âGood Morning, girls, how was your weekend?â You ask, before quickly realizing playing dumb was not the way to go.
âIt was good! You made Papa so happy he took us to get ice cream the next day, and he never does that!â Nanako tries to whisper, but sheâs a child with little control over her vocal chords, and you flinch.
âOh, really?â
Mimiko nods in agreementâbut, before she can respond, Suguru is quick in ushering them deeper into the room and, more importantly, away from you.
âThey need to stop telling on me,â Suguru chuckles as he returns to usual perch by the doorway. âLike, now.â
You giggle. âThatâs all kids ever do, SugâI mean, Mr. GetĆ.â
Youâre sweating. That was a close one.
âSuguru,â he corrects, looking at you with eyes bordering on a beg. âPlease.â
âWell, Suguru,â you say, swallowing panic when another parent gives you an appalled look. âUh, how was your weekend?â
âIt was nice,â he nods, watching the room. âMy daughters harassed this woman into going on a date with me. Luckily, I already had my eye on her.â
Oh, you think, and try to wrack your brain for who it could be. Definitely not you.
Your stuck, actually, literally frozen, despite the sweat forming at the small of your back. Suguru keeps talking. âSix, again? Iâll pick you up.â
And, because your brain is stupid, and, you donât know, maybe he wants to go on a hike or somethingâ
âWaitâam or pm?â
Suguru snorts. âPm.â
Oh. Thatâs like, date-date time. Though, you suppose it was last time, but this is an actual date, not a âmy daughters wonât quit unless we do thisâ date.
âSure, yeah. Totallyâsix is great.â
Suguru squeezes your hand before he leaves for the day. His harem of single moms glare like you killed the child support they get from their divorcees. And youâŠ
You almost forget to put Nanako and Mimikoâs lunch boxes in the fridge. Almost.
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