𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓖𝓲𝓻𝓵

You bite your lip as you approach the man leaning against the reception podium, clearly scrolling through his phone. He’s pale, with makeup smudged around his eyes, dark brown hair pulled back with twin ties, and a part of you wonders whether it’s makeup or a tattoo across his nose, as you can see the ink of a cyber-sigilism tattoo around his neck descending down, and a sleeve of a pattern that looks like ink in water tattooed in red up his left arm. He has various earrings stacked on his ears, snake bites, a nose bridge and a brow piercing too… yep, definitely someone you’d trust to pierce or tattoo you. 

“Hey, um, I have an appointment booked to get my seconds done… at half eight?” You speak up politely. He quickly sets his phone down and stands upright, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth that seems to clash with what one would expect from a person with a style like his.

“Yeah, yeah, we’ve been expecting you. My colleague will be doing your piercing today.”

“Oh, okay, great.” You nod, a polite smile still on your lips. Your feet shift a little as he just looks at you like he’s expecting something… is there something you’ve forgotten? Did your appointment come with a confirmation code or something? Does he want to see ID-?

He speaks your name like there’s something you should be saying. Are you just an idiot? What have you missed? Did you-?!

“You don’t recognise me, do you?” He asks with an amused grin now. You squint at him as if it’ll help jog your memory. Someone from work? No, maybe further back? School?

“Oh my- Choso?” Your face lights up. With this new alternative style of his, you hardly recognised the quiet kid who you used to draw with at the back of maths class when the lessons were boring, occasionally exchanging scrap pieces of paper to see what masterpieces you could make together on the squared pages. It wasn’t until you looked past the tattoos and piercings that those sharp eyes and those high, pale cheeks finally rang a bell. 

“Glad to see I’m not completely unrecognisable then.” He laughs softly, “I knew your name on the appointment reference. How have you been? I haven’t seen you since our final year.” 

You beam a smile as you try to sum up the last few years of your life as concisely as you can, “And you had a complete makeover, I see.” You don’t miss the way his cheeks warm up slightly – it seems he’s still that same quiet kid deep down, even if his fashion sense is loud now.

“Yeah, I mean, I always liked alt fashion but I guess I was too worried about what people would think to try it out while we were still in school. I put all those lessons spent drawing to good use though and got an apprenticeship as a tattoo artist after I left uni, and opened this place with Suguru once we got the money together.” His blush deepens when the mention of his friend and partner reminds him that you did actually come here as a client and he’s instead been yapping away with you. 

“Anyway, you’re here for seconds, right?” He asks as he leads you into the parlour that’s away from the tall windows of the front wall. 

“Yeah! Honestly, I’ve always been so indecisive when it comes to my earrings that I just figured I’d… make room for more, y’know?” You say with a sheepish smile as it’s clear Choso likely had a very different reason for getting all his piercings whereas you just suffer the dilemma of pearl drops or heart studs every other morning. 

“That’s as good a reason as any to start.” A new voice speaks up, rumbling and yet smooth like honey. You look over to the source and find a man who stands about as tall as Choso does. He has inky hair that’s half pulled back at his temples. You first notice his ear gages and the stacks of rings above them, then his lip rings and the studs at his brow. He has tattoos creeping down his shoulders and up his neck, seemingly depicting monsters: twisting serpentine bodies, mouths of sharp teeth, staring eyes, a visual cacophony swarmed together on his skin. Suguru beckons you over and pats the edge of the tattoo bed for you to sit down.

“Just your seconds today?” He asks as he pulls some black latex gloves over his hands before bringing his hands up on either side of your head as he begins to pinch the lobes of your ears.

“That’s right.” You reply. 

“Can you take these out for me, hm?” He asks, gesturing to the star shaped opalite drops you’re wearing. You nod your head and reach up to unclasp the little hoops that they hang from. You slip them into your pocket. “Yeah, you’ve got the anatomy for it.” He says in that effortlessly drawling tone of his. He picks up a display board that’s holding all sorts of stud earrings while Choso leans on a counter nearby to watch, letting his friend take over. 

“Which set would you like, pretty girl?” He asks as he leans against the edge of the bed you’re perched on. You bite your lip in thought as you look over the different options. Indecisiveness is what landed you here and he can quickly tell that you’re having a tough time making a choice. “How about these?” He points to a pair of white gems, “They’ll go with most things, and definitely match the ones you came in wearing.” He suggests in a way that shows you he has to help people make this same decision day in and out. 

“Yeah, okay, I see what you mean.” You agree with a nod of your head. Choso shifts a little when Suguru sets the board down and picks up a cleaning solution and cotton pad to wipe down your lobes before beginning. 

“Choso mentioned you were childhood sweethearts.” He speaks up, making conversation as he works – said man immediately stands up straighter, cheeks warm. He had not said that! Suguru’s just trying to embarrass him in front of you! 

“Um… we knew each other, yeah…” You reply, now wondering if Choso had liked you back then and Suguru has assumed you knew at the time, “Honestly, I shouldn’t really be surprised he became a tattoo artist, he was always good at drawing when we were kids.” Suguru nods along as you talk. He uses a pen to mark above and out from the piercings you already have, hand coming up under your chin to turn your head this way and that as he makes sure that he’s marked them evenly. 

“Yeah, he was telling me about how sweet you were to him back in the day. He was pretty awkward, huh?” He asks and throws a smirk Choso’s way. The tattoo artist scowls in his direction, seeing clearly what his friend is doing.

“No, no, not awkward.” You say, feeling a little bad for your old friend who’s now very clearly embarrassed, “He was always kind, just quiet. Never one of those boys who acts mean to impress his friends, y’know?” Suguru sends Choso a grin that seems to communicate a conversation that you weren’t here for, and the tattoo artist turns his head away to try and hide how his blush is spreading to his ears. He even subtly presses the backs of his fingers to his cheek as though to check the temperature of it. 

Suguru’s marked your ears with a pen now and he plucks up a little handheld mirror from the nearby counter for you to see. “How does that look?” He asks as he watches you tilt your head left and right, up and down, ascertaining that they’re symmetrical. 

“Looks good.” You nod your head. He opens a draw and takes out a plastic packet containing the needle. 

“How are you with pain, pretty girl?” Once again, he uses that nickname, and you assume it’s something he uses for all ladies your age who come into his parlour. 

“Uh… I’d say I’m alright.” Your eyes flicker over to Choso who seems to have calmed down greatly after being teased by his friend a few moments ago. A nervous laugh spills past your lips, “But now that I’m thinking about it, I’m getting a little scared.” A smile pulls at Suguru’s lips as he peels open the wrapping on the hollow needle. 

“Would you feel a little better if you laid down?” He hums. Nodding your head, you turn your body to lay down on the bed instead of perching on the edge of it. “Choso, come hold our friend’s hand.” He calls him over with a tilt of his head. Choso pushes himself off the counter he’s leaning against and moves to your side instead, offering his hand should you wish to take it. 

You mouth a ‘thank you’ and squeeze his fingers. He bites at his lip, one of the rings being pulled into his mouth, and reaches forward with his other hand to tuck your hair behind your ears. Meanwhile, Suguru pinches your earlobe with a clamp before taking out the needle. “Do you want me to count down?”

“No.” You reply, hoping to just get it over with quickly instead of making yourself more afraid than you ought to be. 

“Alright.” Suguru agrees. The dread of the piercing gnaws inside your chest and you squeeze your eyes tightly shut, near crushing Choso’s poor fingers in your hold. You can’t help the muffled whimper that leaves your lips when you feel the needle push through your ear, tears bubbling in the corners of your eyes. “What a brave girl; you’re doing great, baby.” Suguru drawls out in that tone of his that just seems to exude sin. He pushes the earring into the needle and pulls it the rest of the way through your ear, removing the needle to slip on the back of the earring. You become aware of how tightly you’re holding Choso’s hand and lax your grip almost to the point of letting go.

“How does it feel?” Choso asks, leaning over you a little to get a look. He’s seen Suguru do this plenty of times, sure, but this is you and so the process has become interesting all over again. 

“It doesn’t hurt… it’s just really hot.” You answer, beginning to feel a bit silly for psyching yourself out over what was essentially no different to a pinch. 

“That’s normal.” Suguru reassures you, “Ready for the next round?” He asks, needle pinched between his latex-covered fingers once more. You nod yes and turn your head so he has better access to your ear. You find your fingers tangling with Choso’s once again, even though you now know not to expect as much pain as you’d initially anticipated. Once again, he clamps your ear and you grit your teeth, cheeks warm from the slight embarrassment of the tears that spill down your temples. “All done, pretty girl.” Suguru flashes a sultry grin down at you. Meanwhile, Choso hands you a tissue for your tears. A part of him wishes to reach forwards and gently swipe them away with his thumb, but he doesn’t dare smudge your pretty makeup or cross any sort of boundary. I

“Okay… that wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be.” You say with a little sniffle when Suguru holds up the mirror for you again. Your ears feel extremely hot, but don’t necessarily hurt. 

“See? Maybe I can convince you to get a few more while you’re here.” He drawls out as you sit up, his dark eyes briefly flickering to Choso before landing on you once again, “Maybe a naval piercing?” His teeth tug slightly at his bottom lip as he watches your pretty self turn your head this way and that to admire your new earrings. 

“Naval? Like a belly piercing?” You ask. He nods as he messes with his gloves, drawing your attention to how the black latex hugs his hands. 

“They’re pretty popular with girls your age. Maybe nipple piercings? They seem even more popular this year.” You can’t help the way your eyes widen slightly at the mental image he’s planted in your head: you bearing your tits to him as he carefully pierces them for you. Is this regular talk for a guy in his line of work? Maybe he’s indifferent to it by now? You consider that there’s a chance he’s flirting with you, but you’ve never been the best at recognising when someone’s interested. Though, can you really pass up the chance if a guy this fine is hitting on you? 

“Actually, those could be pretty cute…” You mumble to yourself, feigning interest for the sake of finding out if he’s really trying to flirt with you, or if he’s just trying to get more money out of you today. 

“Wait, really?” Choso pipes up in surprise: you’ve walked in with no tattoos, no alternative piercings, coming in for just your seconds due only to your indecisiveness with your vast earring collection, and now you’re talking about getting your tits pierced today? It just seems so out of character. But then again it’s been so many years since he’s really known you… 

“I can check if you’ve got the anatomy for it, if you’d like?” Suguru proposes like it’s nothing, “Consult free of charge, of course.” 

Free? Oh shit, maybe he really is interested?

“Mmph, yeah, okay then. At least I can know if I’m actually able to get them or not before I start properly considering it.” You agree, hands tucked into your lap upon the skirt of your pretty sundress. 

“I’ll give you some privacy-” Choso says as he takes a step towards the door, swallowing thickly. He’s the one that’s known you since adolescence, so why is Suguru the one getting to see your tits? Before he can even process that he’s getting jealous when he really has no right to, he’s interrupted. 

“No, no, stay.” Suguru insists, making your heart flutter, “You were a good support for her, and I’m sure she wouldn’t mind, would you, pretty girl?” 

Oh fuck. 

You consider that maybe you’re being the pervert here, that you’re fantasising about seducing these two hot men with your body, when they’re really only interested in doing their job. But at this point, what are the realistic odds of that? Are you a pervert or is Suguru an instigator? 

“Yeah, th-thats fine…” You nod your head, internally cringing when you trip over your words a little. With trembling fingertips, you reach up and slide the straps of your dress off your shoulders until they get caught in your elbows. A part of you is glad that you chose a pretty bra to match your dress today, even if you hadn’t intended for anyone to see it: it’s a pretty pink with lace over the cups in patterns of flowers and butterflies, little rhinestones dotted about to make it shimmer with every breath you take. Suguru can’t help but bite his lip at how adorable you look in the piece when he notices the little heart charm that hangs between the gap in the wiring. 

You further feel like you’re just embarrassing yourself when you try to reach back to unclasp the bra, but find your arms limited by the dress straps you haven’t fully slid off… Just as your cheeks start to feel as hot as your freshly pierced ears, Suguru takes pity on you and reaches behind you to snap the clasp, letting your bra fall down and your pretty tits spill out. 

Choso’s lips are parted in awe at the sight of you while Suguru lets out a low hum of approval.

“Let’s get a look at these…” He crouches down so his head is better level with your breasts and you find it hard to keep your eyes on him, instead fixing them on the display of tattoo pictures on the far wall. This technique doesn’t last very long though as he soon rolls your nipples between latex-covered fingers and thumbs, gently tugging at them to watch how quickly they stiffen with the slightest attention. 

“Fuck-” You hear Choso whisper faintly under his breath, making Suguru’s grin widen. 

“So responsive… yeah, you’d love having these pierced, pretty girl – it’d make them more sensitive.” He murmurs with a tone as sensual as velvet, “They always get so worked up this easily?” He asks with another intentionally timed tug that makes you let out a little whimper when you open your mouth to respond. 

“I guess so, yeah…” He notes the way your breathing has picked up and his eyes flick between you and Choso who’s already blushing up to his ears. 

“Need to tease them a bit to check if you’re able to get some pretty jewellery in these.” He blows softly on your nipple to watch the way it makes you squirm when his warm breath fans over your skin. “Choso… why don’t you give me a hand?” 

“M-me?” He brings a hand to his broad chest as if to make sure that he heard his friend right and it wasn’t just his wishful thinking of him wanting to get in on this.

“Yes, you. C’mere-” He beckons the tattoo artist closer. When Choso joins Suguru before you, you can’t help but find it cute how pink his cheeks are, near matching the eyeshadow smudged around those dark eyes of his. “Just copy me, yeah?” He says as he leans in to graze his lips over the curve of your breast before pressing a kiss to your stiffened bud. Choso shyly follows his lead, but holds back and continues to gently kiss across your soft mound while Suguru wraps his lips around your peak and sucks harshly. You can feel the warm metal of their lip rings with each press of their lips, but what catches your attention most is the hard ball of Suguru’s tongue bar massaging over your sensitive nipple, teasing you with the fantasy of what it could feel like when he laps against other parts of your inexperienced body. 

When Choso finally works up the courage to suck your nipple into his mouth, you feel almost dizzy as you arch into the pair of them, spine curving sweetly as you jut your bust encouragingly towards their greedy mouths.

When you woke up this morning, you never imagined you’d have a pair of hot guys giving you this sort of attention just a few hours later! 

Suguru’s gloved hands bunch up the skirt of your dress more until he can press his thumb against your navel and drag down until it’s gently nudging against your clit over the baby pink cotton of your panties. 

“So many places to give you some pretty jewellery~” He croons, making you whine. You lean back further on the tattoo bed, propping yourself up on your elbows as you look down at where Suguru’s gaze is fixed to the darker pink spot on your panties where you’ve already started to soak through them. Choso whines when you leaning back brings your tit away from his mouth though, and he decides to follow you, looking up at you through thick lashes with needy puppy eyes. He brings a hand up to appreciatively grope your other breast, eyes cracking open slightly to watch the way it gives so easily, flesh spilling between his fingers. 

Subconsciously, your thighs fall wider apart when Suguru tucks your little panties aside and exposes your heated slit to the cool air of the room.

“Just look at this~” He murmurs before flicking his gloved hands rapidly over your sticky clit, making you yelp at the intensity of the sudden stimulation, “Hear how wet you are, pretty girl? Those tits really are so sensitive… we’ll definitely have to put some pretty jewellery through them, yeah?” 

Choso bites his lip once his mouth leaves your nipple with a lewd pop. His eyes are glazed as he looks down at where your buds are all puffy from the attention they’ve been given – he can’t begin to imagine how cute they’d look with some bars through them! Knowing your pussy is now exposed, he can’t help but steal a glance down at you, so pretty and already a little puffy with arousal. 

“You ever eaten a girl out before, Choso?” Suguru asks with a slight raise of his brow. Choso quickly shakes his head, biting the inside of his cheek. Is he embarrassed about being inexperienced? You find it both cute and reassuring as you’re not experienced either. “You wanna try it?” The tattoo artist is on his knees between your thighs before another word can be said, letting out a shaky sigh of awe at seeing the way your cunt glistens, already leaking down from your hole. 

A soft noise leaves your throat when you feel the latex of Suguru’s gloves peel your lips apart with index and middle finger. 

“It’s pretty easy to make a girl sensitive here if you wanna just be messy and put your tongue in her.” He explains as though Choso were in an apprenticeship all over again. Your head tips back slightly at how hot it feels to be the demonstration he uses to teach his friend. “But it’s good to tease her a little too – press some kisses around it, hell make out with it if you want to. But if you want it to really go somewhere and make her cum-” You squeak softly when he taps a fingertip twice against your clit, “- you’re gonna wanna pay extra attention here.” 

Your hand claps over your mouth when Suguru lewdly demonstrates this technique by lapping against the little bud intently, letting the ball of his tongue bar press against your most sensitive area. You don’t even notice how you’ve tried to close your thighs around their heads until he uses his free hand to grab the limb and firmly hold it spread apart. 

“See?” 

“Yeah…” Choso replies breathlessly. Not even waiting for the piercer to move aside, he leans in and laps at your twitching pearl, letting his tongue glide right against Suguru’s. He pauses briefly to let out a little pant against your needy slit, unable to believe just how addictive your flavour is from the slightest taste. You’re acutely aware of his snake bites brushing against your folds with each lap of his tongue. He’s already confessed his inexperience, but you feel his eagerness certainly makes up for it – either that or you’re just on cloud nine already from having your pussy eaten out for the first time. 

Suguru pushes two fingers into your saccharine cunt and you hear the clatter of one of your heels dropping to the floor when it makes your thigh lift higher and your toes curl up tightly. 

“So tight, pretty girl… this sweet little pussy not getting enough love?” He asks filthily as he spreads his fingers in a scissoring motion, wanting to get you stretched out and ready as soon as possible. He’s a little more clear-minded than you and Choso and is aware that they do have more appointments booked today. The thought of being interrupted before seeing you pumped full of cum causes a pang in his chest in an emotion that’s not quite despair or pity. 

You’re already whimpering from the onslaught of Suguru’s fingers curling up against your spongy sweet spot while Choso eagerly laps at your clit like a puppy, occasionally sucking at the little pearl now and then to feel the way it makes you buck your hips towards his mouth with need. You can feel the heat of Suguru’s eyes looking down at you, the yearning of Choso’s gazing up at you. 

“Look how messy… you’ve been needing this a while, huh?” Suguru teases you as he pulls his fingers out and holds them up so you can see your wetness making his glove shine, stretching between his spread fingers like webs. Choso pauses his greedy eating to admire the evidence of just how turned on you are, even if the substance on his friend’s hand is mixed with his saliva where he’s been drooling right onto your puffy slit. 

“Tastes so good…” He whines, gaining Suguru’s attention. The piercer smirks and taps those latex fingers against the tattoo artist’s lips. Choso’s breath catches in surprise before he sucks your sweetness from his friend’s digits. You can’t tear your eyes from the heated sight, the hint that perhaps there’s something more going on here between them, or that perhaps you’ve just worked them up this much. Choso’s dark eyes are full with a soft and molten arousal that fills you with an argue to sit on his face and listen to his muffled little whines as you grind on his tongue and pull his hair-

“You protected, pretty girl?” Suguru asks, dissolving the image of your fantasy that already has your little hole fluttering around nothing. You shake your head as he withdraws his hand from Choso’s mouth and instead sets a hand atop his head. 

“ ‘s dangerous…” He mumbles but his gaze is no less heated as he glances between the pair of you. “Lay back.” He fixes his gaze on his still-kneeling friend, “Choso, you go first.” 

You lay back against the tattoo bed, having to prop yourself up on your elbows once more so that your head doesn’t hang over the other end. Choso eagerly begins unbuckling his belt, fumbling a little. His baggy pants quickly fall down from the sheer weight of all the fabric, and your eyes widen at the size of the bulge tenting his black boxers. Suguru lets out a whistle from behind you, alerting you of how he’s now moved around to the other side of the bed. 

A guy as shy as Choso should not be packing such a big dick! You tell yourself that he’s got to be 7.5 or 8 inches at most, even though a more honest part of you can tell he’s probably closer to 9. He pushes the elastic waistband down just enough to free his cock and balls, crowned by a trimmed thicket of hair with a happy trail extending up to his navel. He has more of those red ink-like tattoos arching over his hips, accentuating the defined lines of his Adonis’ belt. Basically, everything points to his cock, as if it weren’t already a commanding presence of its own. 

“You’ve been packing all that this whole time?” Suguru raises a brow as his hands idly play with your hair from behind, tucking it behind your pierced ears before letting his fingertips featherly glide down either side of your neck, giving you shivers. “Guys your size are usually a little more… confident, y’know?” He teases the artist who blushes as his hands settle gently on your hips. 

“I mean, it’s above average, yeah- but… I don’t know…” He mumbles, and – for a moment – all you can see is that sweet, shy boy who used to actually make your maths classes enjoyable with your little shared chats and doodles. 

“I’m only teasing. You’re going to love it, aren’t you, babygirl?” Suguru leans over you to give you an upside-down view of his handsome face, hair falling over his shoulders. You nod your head, your nervousness outbalanced by your anticipation. Yeah, your heart was beating faster than a bunny’s, but is this not a fantasy come to life?! How could you possibly back out?! 

Choso wraps a fist around his fat length to stroke it a few times, generous amounts of pre beading at his tip before he starts to nudge against your soft cunt, gliding the underside through your folds on instinct just to feel your slick coat his length, to make you feel the throb of his veins. Suguru, meanwhile, cups your jaw from behind with both hands, assuring you watch every second of what’s about to happen to you, so that this is a memory that’ll burn in your mind and replay each time you catch a glimpse of your earrings in the mirror. 

Choso draws in a gasp and lets out a pitchy whimper when he presses his tip insistently against your yielding cunt, cheeks flushed and hands shaking as they curl around the curves of your hips. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so warm-” His voice breaks as he closes his eyes against the bliss of your walls sucking him in. Suguru observes the pinch of your brow and can tell that you’re trying to adjust to Choso’s unanticipated size, and so he reaches forward with one hand to toy with your nipple, giving you some more stimulation to focus on so that it’s easier to drown out any discomfort and feel only pleasure. 

“Rub her clit; slow, gentle, don’t overdo it.” The piercer’s advice barely reaches Choso’s ears before he drags a thumb over to your little bud and gently presses against it, alternating the pressure so that he can give you pleasure without overstimulating you. 

Once he can tell you’re feeling better, Suguru’s palm cups the underside of your chin to tilt your head back, encouraging you to lax your elbows and lay back completely. Once you’re laid back with your head tipping off the edge of the bed, whining softly at how well Choso’s stretching you out, rubbing against all your sweetest spots, Suguru unbuttons his jeans and tugs out his thick cock. Your eyes widen at the sight of his prince Albert piercing. You immediately begin to salivate, wanting to swirl your tongue around it to see how it’ll feel, how he’ll react. He grins as he taps the swollen tip against your pouty lips, delighting in seeing your pretty face shadowed by his hard cock. 

“So eager for it-” He grunts out as he pushes into your mouth. As expected, your tongue swirls curiously around his piercing as the tip pushes against it, filling your mouth when you hollow your cheeks around it as though you’re a seasoned slut and not some inexperienced little thing – he’ll ask where you learned that later. 

Choso’s already letting out little whimpers with each panted breath of his, bottom lip caught between his teeth while he’s mesmerised by the bounce of your plush tits each time he thrusts into you, unable to resist reaching up and cupping them when he pushes his cock into you. He’s mindful of what Suguru said earlier about his size and so he’s holding back on bottoming out into you, more than satisfied with feeling his sensitive tip kiss against your cervix, feeling how it squishes against him with each pass, firm and soft all at once, so yielding to how he’s stuffing you full. He doesn’t know how it feels to get a blowjob like what you’re giving his friend right now, but he can only imagine the pout of your lips must feel similar to how your deepest parts seem to be sucking him in, like you want to milk him. 

He lets out a guttural noise from his throat while you gag prettily on Suguru’s pierced dick, the thought that your body’s trying to milk him spurring him towards climax. Suguru’s of the most sound mind between the three of you right now though and recalls you saying you’re not protected. 

“Let’s swap.” He says as he pulls out of your mouth, groaning at how your tongue sticks out to kitten lick his cock, chasing after him as you crane your head upwards. He rewards your enthusiasm with a thumb stroking against your temple. 

Choso’s sure it takes all of his willpower to pull out of you, watching your pretty cunt clench around air like it’s begging for him to fill you again. He feels almost cruel for depriving your sweet hole from the stretch of his cock. Suguru holds your shoulder with one hand and cups your ass with another to pivot you on your back so that you’re now facing him and Choso is the one leaning over you. 

“Turn over, babygirl.” He says with a pat to your thigh and you obediently turn over onto your tummy, tilting your head back all the way to look up at Choso who cradles your cheeks in his hands like you’re the most delicate thing in the world. His lashes are wet with pleasure already. 

A yelp leaves your drool-covered lips when Suguru brings his gloved hand down on your ass once before lifting your knee onto the tattoo bed to spread you open more. He tuts playfully: “Tucked these panties aside and you’ve still managed to soak them, messy thing.” He lets the weight of his cock rest against the cleft of your ass as he appreciates the heart-shape of your rump. How can you possibly be this cute while getting spit roasted? It shouldn’t be allowed. He grabs his cock from the base and guides it into you, your slick cunt easily accommodating him after being stretched out by Choso already. 

Your back arches, pushing your ass against Suguru’s hips and accentuating the recoil of your soft flesh each time he bottoms out into you. This also helps you to lean forwards towards Choso so that you can suckle sweetly at his sensitive tip, tasting yourself on his flushed skin. His fingers press more into the sides of your head as he tries to make sure his knees don’t buckle beneath his weight. You’re propping your upper half up on your elbows, squishing your pretty tits between them as you use one hand to stroke his cock, giving him little squeezes the further up you go all while your tongue swirls sinfully around his slit.

“ ‘s too good, sweetheart!” His voice breaks, tears spilling down his cheeks and carving pale rivers through his eyeshadow, “ ‘m g’na cum for you- gonna cum!” He babbles out, tone a desperate whimper, “You’re too pretty like this, too fucking cute, I-” A filthy thought crosses your mind and you remove your lips from the head as you open your mouth, tongue out, pretty moans pouring out from the way Suguru’s fucking you with a steady but stern pace. Your fist speeds up along his cock and your lashes flutter closed as you feel the first hot ribbons splash against your cheeks and tongue, gliding down the curve of your nose. 

Suguru’s hand grabs meanly at your ass as your pussy locks down around him, so turned on by making Choso cum on your face that it’s brought you to orgasm too. 

His head tips back, hands pulling your hips towards his with each pass as he does his best to hold off his orgasm so he can fuck you through yours. But he’s just a man and can only last so long until he’s pulling out and squeezing your asscheeks together to push his cock between them, shooting cum across your back and onto your dress that’s been bunched around your waist this whole time. 

Choso can’t bear to stand anymore and is kneeling on the floor in front of you already, kissing you messily and lapping up his cum from your pretty face, feeding it to you lewdly with his tongue. Suguru catches his breath and admires the mess they’ve made of you before snapping off his gloves and tossing them aside. He pats your ass twice in silent praise. 

“I’ll book you in for next week then, yeah?” 

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his sharp grin loomed above you. watching you over the rim of his copper-framed glasses. and within his eyes, you saw something that terrified you.

hearts.

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo perfectly prepared your jar. he cushioned the bottom with soil and moss. a slab of bark laid on side, with a network of flourishing, pink mushrooms growing along its length. a polished pebble for you to perch on, right beside the singular, blooming daisy where you could sleep. he wasn't a monster, after all…

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo watched you with fascination as you tapped on the glass helplessly, your wings batting and your tears shimmery. so fairy dust was real.

"please."

your tiny hands smacked into the glass. peering up at the man as he sat at a table and chair. "please, why won't you let me go? I'll do anything."

he had scooped the jar into his hand, levelling you with those terrifying blues. "now, why would I let something so pretty go?" he crooked his head, snowy hair dangling to the side.

"i've waited for you for many years, sweetheart. don't be selfish."

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo would give you everything you ever needed. food wasn't an issue, every day, he fed you something new. a juicy strawberry. honey and puffballs. mango slices. crackers. one time he even tried to hold you in his palm and feed you a small piece of vanilla cake.

you bit him.

he smiled.

"I suppose even pretty things can be feisty." his grip tightened on you, ever so slightly. a thumb brushing over your wings that fluttered erratically.

"let me go! you monster!" you squeaked.

he tutted, stroking his thumb over your back in a tender path. "sshhh, sweet thing. you'll bruise your little lungs…"

he continued the motion until your wreckless squirming melted. your head limped on his knuckle, your limbs still, and your head droopy.

he chuckled, carefully scooping you back into your jar. "thankfully, I've studied your kind extensively. I know you intimately, sweetheart."

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo sometimes lets you out of the jar, but only when you have manners. he doesn't have to worry about you flying away, because he always so meticulously ties your wings with a silk ribbon.

"remain still for me, okay?" he hushed at you, kissing your head as you thrashed and shouted at him.

he even tied it into a pretty bow, before he set you atop one of his books.

"why do you do this?" you huffed, balling your little fists as you helplessly tried to flutter your wings. "how can you be so twisted to keep me here?"

satoru always spoke to you as if you were a flower. even lowering his head to be at eye level with you. lashes fluttering, almost droopy in the presence of your beauty.

"am I so twisted for being in love with you?"

the way your eyes gaped at him made him smile. he brought his pinkie to gently poke at your head. "what? am I?"

"you're insane…" your murmur sounded frightened. fear looked pretty on you, too.

"maybe," his voice lowered to a whisper. "or maybe I'm just very dedicated to my work."

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo made little tools out of silver to help fix your hair. he'd do the usual routine of scooping you out of the jar, tying your wings and sitting you on his palm, before he set to work on carefully helping you.

"I made these for you." he'd say affectionately.

and when you didn't respond, he blew a bit of air onto your wings until you squirmed and giggled.

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo makes sure to let you have a little soak in one of his favourite teacups with some warm water. no, he doesn't peep at you. he's not a creep. a pretty little lady like yourself needs her privacy, after all.

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo sometimes takes you out to dance you around the windowsill when the moon shines just right. he lets you hold onto his pinkies. twirls and dips you all night long. treating you as delicate as a flower as he watches you with awestruck eyes.

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo brings you bundles of flowers to drink nectar from. he'll nudge your chin up so gently with his index nail and feed you himself. makes sure you don't choke.

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo wraps you up in his glasses cloth when it gets too cold, or sometimes even scoops you into his pocket where you can nap to the sound of his heartbeat.

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo despite being so gentle, would remind you what kind of man he was. not all of the times he plucked you from the jar were for your benefit.

at times, he'd tie your wings a little tighter. laying you out on a leather-bound notebook and analysing you piece by piece.

"fascinating," he mumbled, prodding at your arm with a flat, wooden stick. applying pressure. testing. "your limbs are stronger than they look. is it your magic, I wonder?"

he spoke about wanting to take you apart. bit by bit, to understand you better. when you gave him a horrified look, he chuckled, cocking his head as he tickled your wings.

"what, sweetheart? wouldn't it be intimate?"

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo wouldn't ever hurt you. he didn't think he had it in him. you were too soft, too elegant, too pretty. it broke his heart whenever he'd see you weeping in your jar.

"don't cry… please don't cry," he'd whisper as he laid his head beside the jar. watching you with sullen blue eyes.

you'd cry for him to let you go, and it ached a deep part of him.

"I can't. I'm sorry, sweet thing." his lips brushed the glass, a sincere apology from a man so sadistic. "I need you." came his shaky breath.

"I need you here. with me. I'm just so lonely. please don't hate me."

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo saw you staring at the wall of wings while he worked, once. silent and wide eyed.

he sorely misinterpreted you, tilting his head with a crooked smile. "do you like any of them?"

scooping you out of the jar, he cradled you in his palm. "I could make you a dress… would you like that?"

your look of horror bewildered him, and when tears streamed down your face, he rushed to soothe you. brushing away your tears with a petal plucked from a flower on his desk.

when you told him why you wept— because you thought the wings were your fallen brethren, his face twisted. almost disgusted that you could compare your pristine, perfect wings to those baneful butterflies. still, his shoulder shook with a little laugh. he found it morbidly amusing.

"oh, my sweetheart. of course not," he cooed at you. "those are butterflies. you are the only fairy I've had in my grasp."

pale lips brushed your little head, ever delicate. as he whispered. soft, lovingly.

"that's why you're so special to me."

you didn't look too convinced. your small sniffles broke his heart, so he sighed as he gently nudged you over. till you were slumped over his thumb and forefinger.

"sweetheart, please don't insult yourself so," he lightly scolded. "butterfly wings are so brittle. so dull. but yours…"

his other index slowly, tenderly brushed down your spine. tracing your wings in that same gentle, sick fascination he always had.

"yours are pristine. delicate… perfect."

his shaky breath tickled your wings, and they twitched. his throat ran dry. heart hammering a bit faster at this little, intimate moment.

with a gentle squeeze to you, he leaned down. pressing a slow, velvet kiss to your wings. smiling into them as they fluttered and you pitched a whine.

"see?" satoru breathed, lips brushing over their little twitches. his smile was soft, sick.

"these are all mine. my special little sweetheart."

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. art cred: @/poafie (ig)

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his sharp grin loomed above you. watching you over the rim of his copper-framed glasses. and within his eyes, you saw something that terrified you.

hearts.

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo perfectly prepared your jar. he cushioned the bottom with soil and moss. a slab of bark laid on side, with a network of flourishing, pink mushrooms growing along its length. a polished pebble for you to perch on, right beside the singular, blooming daisy where you could sleep. he wasn't a monster, after all…

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo watched you with fascination as you tapped on the glass helplessly, your wings batting and your tears shimmery. so fairy dust was real.

"please."

your tiny hands smacked into the glass. peering up at the man as he sat at a table and chair. "please, why won't you let me go? I'll do anything."

he had scooped the jar into his hand, levelling you with those terrifying blues. "now, why would I let something so pretty go?" he crooked his head, snowy hair dangling to the side.

"i've waited for you for many years, sweetheart. don't be selfish."

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo would give you everything you ever needed. food wasn't an issue, every day, he fed you something new. a juicy strawberry. honey and puffballs. mango slices. crackers. one time he even tried to hold you in his palm and feed you a small piece of vanilla cake.

you bit him.

he smiled.

"I suppose even pretty things can be feisty." his grip tightened on you, ever so slightly. a thumb brushing over your wings that fluttered erratically.

"let me go! you monster!" you squeaked.

he tutted, stroking his thumb over your back in a tender path. "sshhh, sweet thing. you'll bruise your little lungs…"

he continued the motion until your wreckless squirming melted. your head limped on his knuckle, your limbs still, and your head droopy.

he chuckled, carefully scooping you back into your jar. "thankfully, I've studied your kind extensively. I know you intimately, sweetheart."

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo sometimes lets you out of the jar, but only when you have manners. he doesn't have to worry about you flying away, because he always so meticulously ties your wings with a silk ribbon.

"remain still for me, okay?" he hushed at you, kissing your head as you thrashed and shouted at him.

he even tied it into a pretty bow, before he set you atop one of his books.

"why do you do this?" you huffed, balling your little fists as you helplessly tried to flutter your wings. "how can you be so twisted to keep me here?"

satoru always spoke to you as if you were a flower. even lowering his head to be at eye level with you. lashes fluttering, almost droopy in the presence of your beauty.

"am I so twisted for being in love with you?"

the way your eyes gaped at him made him smile. he brought his pinkie to gently poke at your head. "what? am I?"

"you're insane…" your murmur sounded frightened. fear looked pretty on you, too.

"maybe," his voice lowered to a whisper. "or maybe I'm just very dedicated to my work."

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo made little tools out of silver to help fix your hair. he'd do the usual routine of scooping you out of the jar, tying your wings and sitting you on his palm, before he set to work on carefully helping you.

"I made these for you." he'd say affectionately.

and when you didn't respond, he blew a bit of air onto your wings until you squirmed and giggled.

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo makes sure to let you have a little soak in one of his favourite teacups with some warm water. no, he doesn't peep at you. he's not a creep. a pretty little lady like yourself needs her privacy, after all.

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo sometimes takes you out to dance you around the windowsill when the moon shines just right. he lets you hold onto his pinkies. twirls and dips you all night long. treating you as delicate as a flower as he watches you with awestruck eyes.

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo brings you bundles of flowers to drink nectar from. he'll nudge your chin up so gently with his index nail and feed you himself. makes sure you don't choke.

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo wraps you up in his glasses cloth when it gets too cold, or sometimes even scoops you into his pocket where you can nap to the sound of his heartbeat.

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo despite being so gentle, would remind you what kind of man he was. not all of the times he plucked you from the jar were for your benefit.

at times, he'd tie your wings a little tighter. laying you out on a leather-bound notebook and analysing you piece by piece.

"fascinating," he mumbled, prodding at your arm with a flat, wooden stick. applying pressure. testing. "your limbs are stronger than they look. is it your magic, I wonder?"

he spoke about wanting to take you apart. bit by bit, to understand you better. when you gave him a horrified look, he chuckled, cocking his head as he tickled your wings.

"what, sweetheart? wouldn't it be intimate?"

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo wouldn't ever hurt you. he didn't think he had it in him. you were too soft, too elegant, too pretty. it broke his heart whenever he'd see you weeping in your jar.

"don't cry… please don't cry," he'd whisper as he laid his head beside the jar. watching you with sullen blue eyes.

you'd cry for him to let you go, and it ached a deep part of him.

"I can't. I'm sorry, sweet thing." his lips brushed the glass, a sincere apology from a man so sadistic. "I need you." came his shaky breath.

"I need you here. with me. I'm just so lonely. please don't hate me."

 𔘓  ·  yandere researcher!nerdjo saw you staring at the wall of wings while he worked, once. silent and wide eyed.

he sorely misinterpreted you, tilting his head with a crooked smile. "do you like any of them?"

scooping you out of the jar, he cradled you in his palm. "I could make you a dress… would you like that?"

your look of horror bewildered him, and when tears streamed down your face, he rushed to soothe you. brushing away your tears with a petal plucked from a flower on his desk.

when you told him why you wept— because you thought the wings were your fallen brethren, his face twisted. almost disgusted that you could compare your pristine, perfect wings to those baneful butterflies. still, his shoulder shook with a little laugh. he found it morbidly amusing.

"oh, my sweetheart. of course not," he cooed at you. "those are butterflies. you are the only fairy I've had in my grasp."

pale lips brushed your little head, ever delicate. as he whispered. soft, lovingly.

"that's why you're so special to me."

you didn't look too convinced. your small sniffles broke his heart, so he sighed as he gently nudged you over. till you were slumped over his thumb and forefinger.

"sweetheart, please don't insult yourself so," he lightly scolded. "butterfly wings are so brittle. so dull. but yours…"

his other index slowly, tenderly brushed down your spine. tracing your wings in that same gentle, sick fascination he always had.

"yours are pristine. delicate… perfect."

his shaky breath tickled your wings, and they twitched. his throat ran dry. heart hammering a bit faster at this little, intimate moment.

with a gentle squeeze to you, he leaned down. pressing a slow, velvet kiss to your wings. smiling into them as they fluttered and you pitched a whine.

"see?" satoru breathed, lips brushing over their little twitches. his smile was soft, sick.

"these are all mine. my special little sweetheart."

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎. no plagiarism or ai training authorised. art cred: @/poafie (ig)

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It filled you with pride and joy seeing your little puppy so happy and comfortable around you, remembering the time when you just got him. He was in a terrible shape, not taken care of well by his previous owners and fresh wounds covered his body that was already littered with scars - and yet he was trusting and friendly, cautious of course but he still tried to see the positive things in everything. This trait is probably what made you keep him, the way he was so selfless and really wanted to take care of you without expecting anything in return from you but you gave him an endless amount of love these past few months he has been with you. 

By the time you finished your dinner, you noticed something was off, Choso was whimpering slightly and his ears were laid back against his head. "Hey… are you okay? What's wrong?" You asked concerned, feeling his forehead gently and frowning when he was burning up a little. 

"Let's get you to bed early, should I hold you?" You asked caring but he shook his head, moving away from your touch, which you weren't used to. You just figured that he didn't like to be touched when sick or that he didn't want to risk getting you sick as well, so you let him trail off to bed alone before joining him hours later. 

The entire night you kept your distance instead of cuddling up close for warmth and comfort like you two usually do and the way he even whimpered in his sleep made your heart ache. 

Morning came fast despite the rough night both of you had and Choso found himself glued to your side, legs wrapped around yours and his arms clinging to your torso. 

"Please don't leave… stay home today… I need you," he whined but you only cupped his face, a pout appearing on his handsome face as he leaned into your touch. "I can't, baby… I have that important meeting in the morning but I promise I’ll come home right after." you promised, your heart threatening to burst at the crushed expression he wore now but he understood - you probably didn't know what was going on anyways, never having owned a puppy hybrid before so he couldn't blame you and let you get up, wanting to take care of it himself. 

He watched you leave like he did every morning, trying to behave normal and trying to act like he just felt a little sick over night and needed some extra cuddles that day which you gladly provided, even leaving work early just to take care of your beloved puppy. 

This wasn't exactly the case but he didn't have the heart to tell you that he was in a rut, needing to bury himself inside of you and filling you up repeatedly but he could take care of himself… or at least so he thought. His little ears didn't pick up the sound of your keys turning, neither did he hear your worried calls for him. His whimpers of your name almost drowned out the slick sound of his own cum aiding as lube while stroking his achingly hard cock, overly sensitive from all the times he made himself cum already, a small puddle on the floor and some of it dripping off his torso.

Even if his ears were occupied, he should have at least noticed your smell filling his senses but his nose was buried in a pair of your panties that he stole out of the laundry, the scent of your cunt so intense and addicting to him. 

"Choso?" You asked in a soft voice, unsure if you were concerned or shocked by the scene playing out in front of you. Your little puppy perked his head up, the collar jingling with the sudden movement and his cum shooting all over the floor in front of him. He wished he could disappear in that moment, shying away from you but you were able to stop him before he entirely died from embarrassment.

Your palm on his arm made him shudder, a burning sensation spreading through his entire body and the embarrassment was forgotten, big eyes looked up at you

"help… please," he whimpered, dick twitching again already without ever letting him catch a break. 

The mess he made of the floor and himself let you figure that he's been at this for hours, probably since you left in the morning and you felt so bad for him, giving him a warm smile and kneeling down to him. “Are you in a rut?” You asked bold, making him blush further as he nodded affirmatively. 

"I read about that when I educated myself about owning a puppy hybrid… it's okay baby boy, you're my good boy, aren't you?" You asked with a soft voice as your hand traveled from his strong biceps towards his chest, smearing a few pearls of his cum over his pebbled nipples which made him shudder and goosebumps formed over his entire body. 

"But you've been such a naughty boy, stealing my underwear… Do you think I should punish you for that?" You asked, a smirk growing on your lips when he pouted but he nodded, knowing he's not allowed to steal your panties. A little yelp escaped his pouting lips when you pinched his sensitive nipples before tugging his face close to the floor by the collar he wore - something he wanted to do, proud of being your good boy. 

"Clean up the mess you just made," you ordered, trying to sound stern when all you wanted was to help him feel better but he wanted to be punished first, letting him lap at the spurts of cum on the floor while you fondled his tight balls, so pretty on display with his ass in the air like that. 

Once he was done you gave a small slap to each of his butt cheeks and allowed him to sit up again. "Look at you, my good boy," you cooed as you reached for his aching length, making him cry out in pleasure from how sensitive he was after all these orgasms.

"P-please… I need you," he begged, gently fucking your hand and you allowed him, pumping his shaft and wrapping your lips around the tip to reward him for good behavior.

The cum he used as lube tasted bitter on your tongue but it didn't taste bad, craving to taste some more of him as your tongue teased the little slit on top of his tip and Choso didn't mean to but he pushed your head down on his length, no longer gently fucking your hands, now pumping himself into your warm mouth but you didn't protest. 

You knew how much he needed this and he waited the entire day for you without a single complaint so you let him fuck your mouth with utmost care, his sweet moans and whimpers rising in pitch the closer he got. To say it was sloppy was an understatement, your saliva dribbling down his balls and your nose nestled into the small bush at the base. What finally sent him over the edge was your hands fondling his balls, smearing them with your spit and gently squeezing them just the way he liked it.

Your name echoed off the walls in a lewd scream, his cum shooting down your throat before he pulled himself out of your mouth, kissing you hungry. Little thank you’s were whispered between kisses and tears threatening to spill from his eyes letting you know that this meant more to him than just getting off - it was personal - it was a need for you and your love.

The smell of your arousal filled his nostrils, not having noticed how you tugged your pants down just enough to reveal your glistening slit while he kissed you. 

"Can I? You mean it?" He asked excited yet flustered, finally able to make you his forever. All you could do was nod and get on all fours for him, your cunt dripping with arousal. 

Finding him desperately fucking his hand while sniffing your underwear turned you on more than you thought it would and the way he was so desperate for you only made it worse. His tail was wagging fast when he licked a long stripe all the way from your clit to your puckered hole before stuffing his eager tongue into your pussy, dying to taste your juices.

All you could do was moan helplessly, not expecting him to eat you out like a man starved but he didn't want to stop this. Slender fingers rubbed and gently pinched your puffy clit while his tongue was lapping all over your folds or fucking your tight entrance until the knot in your stomach exploded, your arousal coating his tongue and resulting him to cum untouched while he whined and whimpered into your folds. 

You almost had to pry him away after your third orgasm, dying to feel his dick inside of you and who was he to deny you that? With shaking hands he lined his bulbous tip up with your slick core which caused a loud moan to erupt from both of you - he fit so perfectly inside of you and hit all the right spots so that neither of you lasted long. 

Choso felt your walls clamp down and the moment you screamed his name in ecstasy it was over for him, panting hard and he really wanted to pull out but your cunt sucked him in so good that he just couldn't stop himself. 

"Fuck- fuck I'm so sorry," he whined loudly and for a second you didn't know what he's apologizing for until your eyes went wide, feeling the giant knot stretching you further than you've ever been stretched. His hot cum was spurting against your insides, your name falling from his lips in cries of pure pleasure and the knot keeping it all inside of your pussy. 

"I’m so sorry," he mumbled as he rested his forehead between your shoulder blades but you whimpered, the stretch borderline painful but the way you felt so connected to him now made it into something pleasurable.

"Feels good… can we stay like this?" You asked breathlessly, not wanting this moment between the two of you to end and Choso only humped his hips against yours in a silent agreement and to let you feel that he was far from being done - cock still hard. His shallow thrusts right against your sweet spot made you moan again, only waiting until the knot swells off so he can fuck you properly again only to knot you to him again and again.