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Pizza My Heart: The Hatter/Aguni Pizza Shop Crime Front AU

Pairing: Hatter/Aguni

Rating: 18+, Minors DNI

Warnings: Dom/Sub Elements, Unhealthy Workplace Dynamic, Alcohol, Just Because We're In An AU Doesn't Mean These Bitches Aren't Still Toxic As Fuck (But In A Fun Way This Time), Inappropriate Use Of Olive Oil, Dirty Talk, OSHA Non-Compliant, Let's Hope The Health Inspector Doesn't See This

Summary: “Pizza Shop Crime Front AU.” Takeru's upscale pizza kitchen/wine bar has gone from a money-laundering front for the yakuza to one of the hottest new restaurants in the city. Can he and his head chef, Aguni, take it to the next level—both in business, and in their relationship?

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Aguni holds the stem of a wine glass between his thumb and first two fingers, slowly rocking it back and forth. A deep, heavy red swirls inside, darker than blood but just as thick. When he brings it up to his nose to inhale the rich, fruity bouquet, his brow furrows.

“This is new.”

Takeru watches amusedly as Aguni takes a sip. He closes his eyes as he tastes, lips sucking inward and then folding into a slight frown. Inhaling through his nose to amplify the flavors. Cataloging every nuance and note, mind flipping through a thousand tastes to figure out what exactly went into making this specific blend—like conducting a symphony in reverse.

“It's Spanish. A Tempranillo.” Takeru takes a sip from his own glass, savoring the richness on his tongue. “This one has notes of plum, cedar, cinnamon, and—”

“—Figs.” Aguni looks back into the wine's ruby depths. “It's not bad.”

“What would you pair it with?”

“Roasted red pepper base. Manchego-mozarella cheese.” His face softens, as it always does, as he dreams up a recipe. “Proscuitto on top. Crispy. Finish with arugula and a chili-honey drizzle.”

Takeru smiles.

“Sounds promising.”

“Could also do a vegetarian option with portobello. Fried, maybe, to get that crunch. I'll need a couple days to work it out.”

“Can you have it done by next Friday?”

Aguni takes another sip of wine.

“Thursday's better. Get people talking before the weekend rolls around.”

“Thursday, it is.”

Silence passes between them. Comfortable, but with an undercurrent of anticipation.

“I had a meeting with my associates today,” Takeru mentions casually. He traces invisible shapes on the stainless steel prep table with his index finger, gaze fixed on the little mark below Aguni's left eye. “We had quite a lot to discuss.”

Aguni bristles. Try as he might, he can't help but feel on edge whenever the topic of Takeru's connections comes up.

“Yeah,” he says. “Business has been good.”

“Unexpectedly good. Even I was surprised by the numbers this month. Our profit margins have more than doubled since this time last year.”

“They must be pleased.”

“Not really.”

“Why's that?”

“Because I ended it,” Takeru answers. Pours another gulp into his glass and downs it a little too quickly to enjoy it. “Bought ‘em out. The building, the brand—everything. We are officially above board.”

Aguni blinks. Once, twice, waiting for the punchline—but Takeru doesn't laugh.

“Seriously?”

Takeru shrugs.

“It was time.” He purses his lips, then releases them with a tiny pop. “This place was just supposed to be a front, but…it's more than that. You and I, we built something together. Something good.” He looks Aguni in the eye, open and soft. “I wanna do right by you.”

He reaches down and pulls a folder from his bag. It lands on the table with a flop.

“I'm not willing to give up majority ownership, but,” Takeru flips open the cover of the folder, “how does forty-nine percent sound?”

Aguni blinks blankly.

“Forty-nine percent of what, exactly?”

“As it stands,” Takeru says, “jack shit. Getting out isn't cheap. We've got enough to keep the lights on and the staff paid for the next month, but aside from that…”

Aguni hums. He slides the folder closer to himself and skims the document.

“...It's a gamble. I know it is. It'll take weeks to even begin covering our losses, and without the support of our former benefactor, we'll be completely on our own.” Takeru sighs heavily. “Just because we've been successful so far doesn't mean we won't hit a wall. I know about business, but running a restaurant is different. We'll both have to learn a lot very quickly and—the fuck are you doing?”

Pen in hand, Aguni scribbles his signature on the final page.

“Mori.”

“I'm in.”

Aguni unclicks the pen and pushes the folder back to Takeru. Unbothered. He tastes the wine again, sipping peacefully as if being offered a business partnership was a normal part of his daily routine.

Takeru stares and sees all of him. The flour-dusted forearms, the burn scars on his fingers, the scar splitting the side of his face that Takeru never found the right time to ask about. He sees the strength in his shoulders and the weight on them, the fatigue that slumps his spine and blooms bruises beneath his eyes.

“You shouldn't have done that.”

Aguni shrugs.

“There's plenty of stuff I shouldn't do.” He takes the bottle of wine and empties the rest of it into his glass. “But I do it anyways.”

“Like stealing the rest of my wine?”

Aguni drinks.

“Like asking you to dinner.” A flush of red is creeping up his neck, and only half of it can be attributed to alcohol.

Takeru chuckles.

“Is that all?”

Aguni falters.

“You don't sound excited.”

With one-handed expertise, Takeru unbuttons his suit jacket. From the inside breast pocket, he pulls out a thin silver case. He can almost taste Aguni's disdain as he picks a cigarette and places the filter between his lips.

“It's sweet.” Taking the second-to-last match from the book, he strikes it and lights up. He exhales with a low, smoky sigh. “Dinner sounds lovely. I'm sure you know the perfect spot—a little cafe with a rotating menu and fresh flowers on every table. Maybe a nice stroll along the water afterwards. Very charming, but,” Takeru considers his next words carefully as he takes a slow drag. “I'd rather hoped for something a little less…pedestrian.”

Aguni frowns. Flitting from hurt to anger to something else entirely, as if he's only a second away from understanding a long-hidden truth.

“You're not allowed to smoke in here.”

“Sure I can.” Takeru taps ash onto the floor. “I own the building. I make the rules.”

“You're contaminating the kitchen. My kitchen,” Aguni clenches his hands into fists. “Put out. Now.”

“Or what?”

The tension between them snaps the moment Aguni stands up and rounds the table with a handful of long-legged strides. He snatches the smoldering cigarette from between Takeru's fingers and drops it to the tile floor, stomping out its orange light with the toe of his boot.

There's only heat in Aguni's eyes when he closes his grip around Takeru's jaw and forces him to look upwards. Rough and perfect.

“I oughta give you something better to do with that mouth.”

Aguni moves his thumb along the seam of Takeru's lips. Stops at the center and threatens to push in.

He could still back out. Blame the wine and call it a drunken mistake. Maybe they'd be able to joke about it a couple months down the line—’Man, remember that one time?’—and go back to polishing silverware before dinner service.

Takeru presses a kiss to the pad of Aguni's thumb.

“Yes, chef.”

Aguni pushes Takeru away, forcing his face to the side as if he'd just been punched. Might've been better if he had—maybe that would have knocked some sense into his hazy, lust-drunk head.

“Get fucked.”

“I'm trying.”

And it's not fireworks when Aguni grabs him by the collar and smashes their lips together in a violent pastiche of a kiss—it's a bruise, all the desperate wanting and overdue having sore on his lips.

“How attached are you to that outfit?”

“Jacket's vintage. Italian. Mom picked it up at an estate sale.” Takeru can barely think for the way his heart pounds in his chest. “I'm rather fond of it.”

“What about the shirt?”

“Expendable.”

“Right answer.”

Aguni rips it in half. Buttons fly, tip-tapping as they bounce on the floor and roll away. With a heavy sigh, he roams the newly-exposed skin of Takeru's chest with greedy eyes. Then hands. Then the bite and suck of his open mouth, latched onto the side of Takeru's throat.

“You motherfucker,” Takeru gasps. “That's gonna bruise.”

Aguni sucks harder. At his collarbone, then above his heart, a rash of purple-red blooming angry on Takeru's flesh.

His hands are at Takeru's belt, fingers fumbling with the buckle. He gets it undone and jangling as he unfastens the button at Takeru's waist and shoves a hand inside.

“Filthy fucking bastard.” Aguni squeezes Takeru's swollen cock. ”You get off on this shit, huh? You like it when someone finally puts you in your place?”

“My place?” Takeru's pout morphs into a throaty groan as he shamelessly rolls his hips against Aguni's hand. He reaches around Aguni's waist and begins tugging at the knot in his apron. “The fuck you mean by that?”

“Your place,” Aguni hisses, “is wherever I say it is.” Pulling his hands away, he swats at Takeru's pathetic undying efforts and easily releases the knot himself. “Now, pick a surface so I can fuck you on it.”

“But you just said that you're the one who decides—”

Aguni rolls his eyes. Grabs Takeru by the collar of his jacket and pushes him down onto the stainless steel prep table.

“Goddamn,” Takeru growls. He snatches a fistful of Aguni's black shirt and pulls him down. “You manhandle all your bosses like this?”

“Only the ones who deserve it.” He points over Takeru's shoulder. “Grab me that bottle.”

Takeru contorts his neck to look.

“The green one?”

“Blue one.”

“But what if I like the green one better?”

Aguni unbuckles the belt around his waist.

“I'm not putting balsamic vinegar on my dick.”

“Hm. Fine.” Takeru reaches above himself, albeit awkwardly, and retrieves the blue bottle. A dribble of familiar green-gold dribbles onto his exposed chest. “Olive oil? Really?”

Aguni rolls his eyes.

“Must've left the lube in my other kitchen,” he says sarcastically. He takes the bottle from Takeru's hand before he can spill even more. “This is the stuff from Genoa. If it's good enough for my pesto, it's good enough for you.”

“I think I'm a little more important than your pesto—oh.” Takeru's eyebrows raise when he sees Aguni's naked cock, his hand stroking a generous slick of oil up and down his length. “Goddamn. You look good.”

Aguni doesn't say anything, but the flush creeping up his neck grows deeper at the compliment. How interesting it is to see such a strong, self-assured man grow bashful. He takes Takeru by the wrist and dumps a glug of oil into his palm.

“I can't fucking wait anymore,” he grumbles. Lines his bobbing cock up with Takeru's and hisses when their heads bump together. “You ready?”

Takeru closes his oiled hand around them.

Both men groan. It's hot and slick and perfect, Takeru's grip tight enough to make them throb against each other in answering heartbeats. Propping himself up with his other hand, Takeru cranes his neck to hover only centimeters from Aguni's lips.

“If you even think about holding back,” Takeru breathes, “you're fired.”

Aguni's pupils flare. He draws his hips back in a slow tease, the snaps them forward in a pounding, steady rhythm. One hand tangled in Takeru's hair and the other splayed along his lower back, he fucks into the tight ring of Takeru's fingers like a desperate man.

“Take it. Yeah, c'mon,” he rasps into Takeru's ear. “Just you fuckin' wait, pretty boy. Just you fuckin’ wait ‘till I take you home and fuck you for real.”

Takeru pants as he twists his wrist in time with their frantic fucking. The effect on Aguni is immediate, his steady pace becoming sloppy as his thighs begin to shake. A drop of clear fluid blurts from the head of his cock.

“Wet like a fuckin’ girl, and you think I'm the one getting fucked? That's cute.” Takeru bites his lip from crying out. “You can swing that dick around all you want, but your ass is mine. I'll make you fuckin’ cry.”

“Shit,” Aguni hisses. “Oh fucking goddamn it—”

“What? You gonna blow it already? What a fuckin’—”

Aguni lets go of Takeru's hair and claps a hand over his mouth. He crashes back against the prep table, his muffled groans punctuating the brutal rut of Aguni's hips.

Fist squeezing tighter, his chest heaving, Takeru pulses and spills up his belly and chest with a smothered shout.

Aguni squeezes his eyes shut. One, two, three, four more thrusts is all it takes for him to reach his own peak, adding thick stripes of his own to the hot, sticky mess between them.

For a moment, it's quiet. The buzz of post-coital satisfaction is only broken by their hungry, ragged breaths. Aguni withdraws and stumbles to the sink. Gripping the steely edge, he takes a clean, worn towel from the shelf above his head.

“Uh,” he says. Still weak at the knees, he comes back to Takeru and offers the towel to him. “Here.”

He turns away as Takeru cleans himself.

“If this is how all of our shareholder meetings are going to go,” Takeru quips dreamily, “then I can't wait until tax season.”

“I'm sorry,” Aguni blurts. He hastily shoves his softening cock back into his pants and winces when he realizes the extent of the mess they've made. “I don't know what came over me. I mean, I'm not usually—”

“—A dirty little freak?” Aguni turns back around to see Takeru sitting up. His suit jacket is rumpled and his shirt ruined, but there's an undeniable sparkle in his deep, dark eyes. “That's a shame. I rather enjoyed that side of you.”

“I don't… This isn't how I imagined this would go.” Aguni sighs. Plops down onto the stool next to the table and scrunches his nose up when he sees the soiled towel laying limp on the table. “I meant what I said earlier. About the dinner thing.”

“Bit late for that.”

Aguni winces.

“I know. I'm sorry—”

“You can make me breakfast, instead.”

Aguni glances at the clock above the double-doors leading to the dining room. The digital display reads 03:17. The ache of a busy shift has long since settled into his joints, and he can practically feel how swollen and blue the bags under his eyes will be by the time dawn breaks.

But he has a fully-stocked refrigerator. Milk. Bread. A full spice rack. Frying pans and spoons and a head full of recipes for everything from avocado toast to waffles. As soon as the paperwork goes through, he'll have a stake in the restaurant he helped create and the possibility of a future beyond the daily grind of kneading dough and firing pies.

And he has Takeru. Somehow, and some way, he has him. Business partner, friend, boss, lover—maybe he doesn't need to label it. Not right now.

Aguni picks up his discarded apron from the floor and ties it around his waist.

“Okay,” he says, more for his benefit than anyone else's. He stands up and crosses his arms over his chest. “How do you like your eggs?”

“Just do what you always do.”

“What's that?”

Takeru stands. Looks him up and down without a hint of shame, and gives his lower lip a tiny bite.

“Surprise me.”

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Girl, I don't even know.

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okay but this is the last spoiler im posting

im working on the hatter/aguni pizza shop crime front au one shot, god help us all

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do you know how hard it was for me to not have him say "yes chef???"

im working on the hatter/aguni pizza shop crime front au one shot, god help us all

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+ bonus specifically for me

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guy having a normal one

kaneko nobuaki and takumi saitoh are in a weird indie horror movie again. nature is healing.

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kaneko nobuaki and takumi saitoh are in a weird indie horror movie again. nature is healing.

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im working on the hatter/aguni pizza shop crime front au one shot, god help us all

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After 4 months I came back to semi-realism.. forgot how fun rendering was (funfact: my first drawing of them was from 7th of January, the last time I drew semi-realism)

@twinkyworm come here.

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wait tf is that last one

Woke up at 3 in the morning and immediately continued thinking of them

I'm gonna sob

I'm totally not drowning my sorrows in monster and redbull and stupid pictures of the actors

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He so fucking fine bruh

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A promise between friends

pairings: Takeru Danma x female reader x Aguni Morizono (smut)

Summary: After a year of failed attempts, the truth is undeniable—Takeru can’t give you the one thing you both want most. But he has a solution. One that involves the man he trusts more than anyone… and watching as he gives you everything he can’t.

You knew how much this had been weighing on Takeru.

For a year, you had tried. Again and again. Month after month, with every bit of love, passion, and desperation that came with wanting something so badly.

And every month, it ended in disappointment.

The doctor had been gentle, but the truth still cut deep—Takeru’s fertility was the problem. Not yours. He had taken it in stride at first, masking the sting with his usual confidence, but you had seen the way it haunted him in quiet moments, the way it settled deep in his bones like an ache he couldn’t shake.

So when he finally brought up this idea, it was with a seriousness you rarely saw in him.

“If I can’t do it,” he had murmured, eyes dark, voice low, “then I need someone I trust to do it for me.”

Your stomach had turned with anticipation. With nerves. But mostly, with arousal.

Because you knew exactly who he meant.

And now, Aguni is kneeling between your legs, his broad, rough hands gripping your thighs as he drags the thick head of his cock along your soaked slit.

Takeru sits beside you, stroking himself lazily, his eyes locked onto the way his best friend teases you.

“Look at her,” Takeru murmurs, his voice thick, dripping with approval. “She’s already so wet for you, man.”

You are. The sheer filth of the situation has you drenched, your body betraying how badly you need this—how badly you need him.

Aguni’s jaw is clenched tight, his dark eyes locked onto yours. You can feel the hesitation in him, the last shred of restraint he’s holding onto.

But Takeru doesn’t let him dwell on it.

“She wants this,” he purrs, his free hand brushing down your stomach, tracing the spot where he wants his best friend to fill you up. “And we both know you do too.”

Aguni’s breath comes out heavy, ragged. He grips your thighs tighter, his body stiff. “You sure about this?” His voice is strained, gruff—like he’s hanging onto the last thread of control he has.

Takeru chuckles, lazy and smug, jerking his cock a little faster as he watches you both. “Don’t ask me. Ask her.”

Aguni’s gaze flicks back to you, waiting, needing that final permission.

And you give it to him.

“Fuck me, Aguni.” Your voice is breathy, needy. “Give me a baby.”

Something in him snaps.

With a growl, he thrusts forward, burying himself in your tight, soaked heat all at once.

You cry out, back arching off the bed as he stretches you wide, his thick cock forcing your body to take all of him.

Takeru groans beside you, fisting his cock as he watches his best friend push inside his wife. “That’s it, Aguni,” he murmurs, eyes burning with lust. “Get her nice and full.”

Aguni grips your hips hard, his cock pulsing inside you as he takes a slow, deep breath. “F-Fuck,” he mutters, voice rough, raw. “She’s so—so fucking tight.”

Takeru smirks, leaning down to press a kiss against your temple. “She was made for this.”

Then, Aguni starts to move.

His thrusts are deep, steady, hitting all the right spots with precision. He’s not rushing. Not yet. He’s making sure you feel every inch of him, making sure your body opens up for him, takes him perfectly.

Takeru groans, watching the way your slick coats Aguni’s cock with every roll of his hips. “God, look at that,” he murmurs, eyes locked onto the filthy sight. “She’s sucking you in, man—like her body knows what it needs.”

Aguni growls, his grip on you tightening as his pace quickens. “Gonna make sure she gets it.”

Your nails dig into Aguni’s arms, your legs wrapping around his waist as he starts to fuck you harder. Rougher. His cock slams into you with every thrust, his balls slapping against your ass, the wet, filthy sounds of sex filling the room.

Takeru moans, his strokes speeding up, his eyes glued to where you and Aguni are connected.

“You gonna cum inside her?” he murmurs, voice dark, possessive. “Gonna fill my wife up, give her the baby I can’t?”

Aguni grunts, his body tensing. “Fuck. Yeah.”

His thrusts turn erratic, desperate. His cock throbs inside you, the sheer force of his movements making you cry out.

Takeru leans in, whispering against your ear. “You ready, baby?” His voice is dripping with filth, his fingers brushing down your stomach again, possessive. “You ready to take it?”

You nod frantically, your walls fluttering around Aguni’s cock, the pressure building fast and hard.

And then—

With a guttural groan, Aguni slams deep one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he spills his thick, hot load inside you.

You shatter, crying out as the heat of his cum fills you, as your body clenches down around him, milking him for every drop.

Takeru moans beside you, his own release hitting him at the sight, ropes of cum spilling over his fist as he watches Aguni breed you.

Aguni stays buried inside you, panting heavily, his forehead pressing against yours. His grip is tight, like he doesn’t want to let you go.

Takeru smirks, pressing a hand to Aguni’s stomach, urging him deeper into you.

“Better give her another one,” he purrs, voice lazy, pleased. “Just to be sure.”

And Aguni does.

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my jaw is on the FLOOR

Beautifully ruined

Pairings: Danma Takeru x female reader x Aguni Morizono (poly smut)

Summary: A night of deep passion and intimacy unfolds between you, Takeru, and Aguni, with Takeru taking control, ensuring pleasure for both of you. As the intensity builds, so does the connection, leaving the three of you tangled in warmth, quiet confessions, and the comfort of knowing you belong to each other.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, porn without plot, M/M/F threesome, M/M and M/F interactions, anal sex, dominance & power play, filthy talk, praise & degradation, oral & penetrative sex, overstimulation, intense pleasure, established relationship, affectionate aftercare. For mature audiences only.

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Takeru lounged against the headboard, legs spread wide, a picture of indulgent dominance. His cock rested heavy in his hand, already slick at the tip, lazily stroking himself as he watched the two of you kneeling before him. A slow smirk curled on his lips, eyes dark and full of heat.

“Look at you two,” he murmured, voice thick with amusement. “So fucking pretty like this. Go on, pets. Put those mouths to use.”

You obeyed immediately, reaching out first, wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock. The warmth of him pulsed beneath your palm, and your thumb swiped through the bead of precum before your lips descended on the flushed head. Your tongue flicked out, teasing, just enough to earn a sharp inhale from him.

Beside you, Aguni hesitated, his jaw locked, his hands fisted on his thighs. Takeru clicked his tongue.

“You too, baby,” he ordered, tilting Aguni’s chin up with two fingers. His voice softened slightly, coaxing. “Be good for me.”

Aguni exhaled, but he leaned in, tongue dragging along the thick vein running up the underside of Takeru’s cock. The first touch was tentative, uncertain. But as your mouths met in the middle, tongues darting and teasing, working over him together, Aguni’s hesitation burned away.

Takeru’s groan was deep, satisfied. “Fuck, that’s it. You two make a real pretty mess.”

His fingers threaded through your hair, his other hand rubbing over Aguni’s buzzed scalp, gripping lightly as he guided you both into rhythm. Your lips stretched around him, taking him deeper, tongue swirling over the head while Aguni licked and sucked along the shaft. Your mouths brushed occasionally—wet, slick, filthy.

Takeru hissed, his grip tightening, hips shifting just slightly. “Yeah, take it just like that, sweetheart. And you—” His fingers skimmed over the short, bristled hair on Aguni’s head before gripping him at the back. “Suck harder. You can do better than that.”

Aguni huffed against him, but obeyed, lips wrapping tighter, tongue pressing firm. You moaned softly around the tip, the vibration pulling another sharp groan from Takeru.

“Good,” he muttered, head tipping back against the headboard. “God, you two are fucking perfect like this.”

You and Aguni worked him together, your tongues meeting over his cock, licking and stroking in tandem. The heat was thick between you all, suffocating in the best way. Your mouths were wet, sloppy, spit trailing down his length as you both took turns swallowing him down.

Then, suddenly, Aguni pulled back, exhaling sharply. His breath was hot against your cheek, his lips parted, his chest rising and falling faster now. You turned slightly, and when your gazes met, his pupils were blown wide, something unreadable flickering in his expression.

A small whimper escaped you before you could stop it, your body wound tight from the heat of it all.

Takeru hummed, his smirk widening. “Go on, baby. Kiss her.”

Aguni didn’t hesitate this time. His mouth crashed onto yours, tongue pushing past your lips, tasting the salt of Takeru still lingering there. It was messy, needy, a desperate claiming that had your thighs pressing together.

A soft moan spilled from your lips, muffled against Aguni’s mouth, your hands finding the broad stretch of his chest, feeling the way it rose and fell with each ragged breath. He groaned low, deep in his throat, his fingers gripping your waist, pulling you closer.

Takeru let out a soft chuckle, but there was an edge to it, something thick with control. “Slow down,” he murmured. “Use your hands.”

Aguni’s fingers slid up, one hand cupping your breast, squeezing just enough to make you gasp into his mouth. Your own hands roamed over his chest, nails scraping down his toned abdomen, feeling the heat of his skin.

“Good,” Takeru purred. “Now, Aguni, I want you to prep her.”

Aguni’s breath stuttered against your lips, his hands tightening on your waist.

Takeru’s smirk sharpened. “Now,” he commanded. “Get her ready to take my cock.”

Your body tensed with anticipation as Aguni’s hands trailed lower, fingers teasing at your thighs before slipping beneath the waistband of your underwear. His touch was warm, deliberate, and when he found you already soaking, a low groan spilled from his lips.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

A soft whine escaped you, your body arching slightly toward his touch.

Takeru chuckled. “Yeah, she’s always like that when she’s being good for me.” His thumb brushed over your lips, dragging down your chin. “Now, be a good girl and keep your mouth on me while he gets you ready.”

Your body trembled, but you obeyed, wrapping your lips back around Takeru’s cock, sucking him down with slow, deliberate movements. Aguni’s fingers worked you open beneath you, stretching, teasing, pressing deeper as his breathing grew heavier.

Takeru groaned, watching it all unfold, his fingers tightening in your hair as he thrust just slightly into your mouth. “That’s it,” he murmured. “You’re both so fucking good for me.”

Aguni’s fingers didn’t slow—if anything, they worked faster, thrusting into you with an obscene squelch, the wet sound filling the air between Takeru’s groans. His thick fingers curled deep inside you, dragging against that spot that had your whole body trembling, your legs spreading wider, chasing the pleasure that built with every stroke.

“Fuck, Aguni—” Your voice cracked, hands clawing at his shoulders as your hips rocked against his hand.

“God, you’re tight,” Aguni grunted, his breath hot against your cheek. “So fucking wet.”

Takeru hummed in approval, his grip tightening in your hair as you sucked him deep, swallowing around his length. “That’s because she loves this shit,” he drawled, voice thick with control. “Being opened up, stuffed full—don’t you, sweetheart?”

You whimpered, tongue swirling around his cock as you nodded, unable to do anything else.

Aguni’s fingers pumped faster, rougher, and his free hand gripped your hip, keeping you still as he pressed his forehead against yours. His voice was strained, hoarse. “Shit, she’s fucking squeezing me.”

Takeru smirked. “She’s getting desperate. You feel that? That little flutter around your fingers? She’s close.”

Aguni groaned softly, pressing his fingers deeper. “Think you’re ready to take him, huh?”

You moaned around Takeru’s cock, nails digging into Aguni’s broad shoulders. Your whole body ached for more, burning with heat, but you forced yourself to pull off of Takeru long enough to gasp, “Please—fuck, I need it.”

Takeru chuckled, his cock twitching against your tongue. “So needy.” His thumb dragged over your lips, smearing the spit that glistened on them. “Go ahead, baby. Get on and ride me.”

Aguni pulled his fingers out slowly, making you whimper at the emptiness. But before you could protest, Takeru was already guiding you forward, hands firm on your hips as he lined you up.

“You better do it right,” he warned, voice dark and commanding. “Sink down nice and slow. Let me feel every fucking inch.”

Your body trembled as you braced yourself, gripping Takeru’s shoulders for balance. The thick head of his cock pressed against your entrance, stretching you as you sank down, inch by inch, gasping as he filled you completely.

“Fucking hell,” Aguni muttered, watching the way your body took Takeru in so perfectly, your walls fluttering around him.

Takeru’s hands tightened on your hips, his jaw clenched. “That’s it. Take it all, baby—fuck, you feel even better than I remember.”

Your head tipped back as you settled on him fully, your body shuddering from the stretch.

Takeru groaned, fingers flexing against your skin. “Move, sweetheart. Show Aguni how good you are at this.”

You started to roll your hips, slow at first, adjusting to the way he filled you so deeply, rubbing against all the right spots. The pleasure sent shivers down your spine, your moans slipping past your lips as you found your rhythm.

Takeru let you have that moment—just long enough to think you had any control at all—before his grip tightened, fingers bruising into your flesh. And then, without warning, he slapped your ass, the sharp crack echoing through the room.

“Don’t fucking tease,” he growled, the sting of his palm spreading heat through your skin. “I said ride me. Not that lazy shit you were just doing.”

You gasped, body jolting from the impact, your walls squeezing down around him in response.

Takeru laughed, his smirk sharp. “Yeah? You like that, huh?” His hand smoothed over the mark he’d left, only to slap your ass again, harder this time. “Then fucking take me like you mean it.”

You whimpered, the pain laced with pleasure, making your body burn hotter. You obeyed immediately, fucking yourself down onto him with desperate, messy rolls of your hips, letting him stretch you open over and over.

“That’s it,” Takeru grunted, watching you work yourself onto him, his smirk widening. “God, you’re a fucking sight. Dripping all over my cock, desperate to get filled up, just like a good little slut.”

His hand came down again, another sharp slap that made you cry out. “Faster,” he demanded. “Get yourself off on my cock. Show Aguni how greedy you are for it.”

Aguni’s breath was ragged beside you, his chest rising and falling faster, his knuckles white where they clenched at his thighs. His cock twitched against his stomach, painfully hard, watching the way you took Takeru so eagerly.

Takeru noticed, his smirk darkening. “Come on, baby,” he murmured. “She kept her mouth on me the whole time you were working her open. Return the favor.”

Aguni hesitated, but when you reached for him, your fingers wrapping around his length, his resolve cracked. The moment your tongue flicked over his slit, Aguni cursed under his breath, fingers tangling in your hair.

“Fuck,” he exhaled. “That’s it. Just like that.”

Takeru’s smirk widened as he watched, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he rolled his own, thrusting up into you with slow, deep strokes. “God, look at you,” he murmured. “Taking me so well while sucking him off like a good little slut.”

Your moan vibrated around Aguni’s cock, making him curse, his grip in your hair tightening.

Takeru’s hands skimmed up your body, cupping your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers before his touch drifted higher, wrapping lightly around your throat. “Shit, you look so fucking perfect like this,” he murmured. “So eager to please.”

Aguni groaned, his hips twitching forward, pushing deeper into your mouth. “Jesus, she’s fucking good at this.”

Takeru chuckled darkly, then glanced up at Aguni, his gaze hooded. “Pull out,” he ordered. “Let me taste.”

Aguni’s breath stuttered, but he obeyed, pulling his cock from your lips, slick and glistening. Takeru wasted no time—he reached out, wrapping his fingers around Aguni’s length, giving it one slow, firm stroke before licking a wet stripe up the underside.

Aguni’s whole body tensed, his hands clenching at his sides. “Shit—”

Takeru hummed against him, his lips dragging over the sensitive skin, tongue flicking along the thick vein before he pressed a slow, wet kiss to the tip. His eyes flicked up, locking onto Aguni’s, his smirk widening just before he parted his lips and sucked the head into his mouth.

Aguni’s breath hitched, his stomach tightening. “F-fuck.”

Takeru took his time, letting the heat of his mouth consume him inch by inch, his tongue swirling in slow, taunting circles. His fingers gripped Aguni’s base tightly, holding him still as he sank down further, hollowing his cheeks just enough to make him groan.

The wet, obscene sounds filled the air, mixing with your own ragged moans as Takeru fucked up into you at the same time. He kept his pace measured, deliberate—sucking Aguni down slowly, then pulling off with an agonizing drag of his lips, only to swallow him again.

Aguni’s hands twitched at his sides, his jaw locked, barely holding himself back. “Fucking hell,” he rasped. “You—shit—”

Takeru pulled back, dragging his tongue over the head before flicking his gaze up at him, smirking. “What?” he teased, his voice thick with amusement. “Gonna lose it already?”

Aguni swallowed hard, his breath shaky.

Takeru hummed in satisfaction, licking his lips slowly, making sure Aguni saw the way they glistened. “You taste good, baby,” he murmured. “Almost as good as she does.”

Aguni groaned, his control slipping further.

Takeru smirked, then gripped the back of Aguni’s buzzed head, yanking him down into a kiss.

It was deep, rough, their tongues clashing as Takeru let Aguni taste himself on his lips. The kiss was full of dominance, slow and consuming, a stark contrast to the way he was still rolling his hips into you, fucking you with measured, deliberate thrusts.

You moaned at the sight, the heat in your body spiking at the way Takeru took his time with both of you, commanding every part of the moment.

When Takeru finally pulled back, Aguni was breathless, his lips wet and slightly swollen.

Takeru’s smirk widened. “Now, be a good boy and put that cock back in her mouth while I fuck her properly.”

Aguni let out a sharp breath before stepping forward again, guiding himself back between your lips. Your tongue flicked over the tip, sucking him back in eagerly as Takeru’s thrusts deepened, stretching you wider, filling you to the point of blissful overwhelm.

Takeru groaned, his fingers digging into your hips as he set a brutal pace. “That’s it, sweetheart—fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.”

Just as you were teetering on the edge, just as that delicious coil of pleasure was about to snap, he stopped.

A desperate whimper spilled from your lips. “Takeru—”

He smirked, pulling out of you with an agonizingly slow drag, leaving you clenching around nothing. “Oh, baby, don’t fucking pout.” He grabbed your chin, tilting your face toward him. “I know you’re fucking desperate to cum, but I wanna watch you fucking fall apart while Aguni rides me. That sound good?”

You swallowed hard, nodding.

Takeru turned to Aguni, his smirk darkening. “And you, baby? You gonna be a good boy and take my cock?”

Aguni hesitated, but the heat in his eyes betrayed him. His fingers flexed against the sheets, his chest rising and falling with sharp, uneven breaths.

You reached out, running your fingers over Aguni’s forearm, soothing. “You want it,” you murmured, voice thick with need. “Don’t fight it.”

Aguni inhaled sharply, nodding once.

Takeru chuckled, his grip tightening on the lube bottle as he popped it open. “Good fucking boy.”

He coated his fingers, the slick sound filling the room before his other hand found Aguni’s hip, pulling him closer.

“On your fucking knees,” Takeru commanded, voice low and dripping with authority. “Face down, ass up. Let me open you up real good.”

Aguni’s breath hitched, but he obeyed, positioning himself exactly how Takeru wanted him.

Takeru groaned, running his hands over the curve of Aguni’s ass before spreading him open with both thumbs. “Look at you,” he murmured. “So fucking tight.”

He pressed the first slick finger against Aguni’s entrance, teasing, circling, making him squirm.

“Tell me you want it,” Takeru demanded.

Aguni exhaled sharply, gripping the sheets. “Fucking do it already.”

Takeru chuckled darkly. “Oh, baby, you don’t get to rush me.” He pushed the first finger inside, slow, deliberate. “You take what I give you.”

Aguni grunted, his hips twitching, but he didn’t pull away.

“There you go,” Takeru purred, adding a second finger, twisting them inside, stretching him wider. “Let me hear you.”

Aguni’s breath hitched, his jaw tight, but a low groan finally slipped from his throat.

Takeru’s smirk widened. “That’s it. Fucking take it, baby.”

He scissored his fingers, opening Aguni up further, the wet sounds echoing through the room.

You shifted closer, your eyes locked on the way Takeru was working Aguni open, the way his fingers disappeared into him, his pace slow but firm, relentless.

“You look so good like this,” you murmured, running a hand down Aguni’s thigh.

Aguni turned his head slightly, his dark, hooded eyes meeting yours. “Yeah?”

Takeru curled his fingers inside him, pressing against that perfect spot, making Aguni jolt. “Yeah, baby,” Takeru murmured, his voice thick with amusement. “Look at you, fucking falling apart already.”

A ragged exhale left Aguni’s lips.

Takeru smirked, adding a third finger, twisting them ruthlessly. “That’s it, baby. Loosen up for me. Let me ruin you.”

Aguni’s breath came faster now, his hips rocking back slightly against Takeru’s hand.

“You’re ready,” Takeru declared, pulling his fingers out, reaching for the lube again. “Now sit on my fucking cock.”

Aguni swallowed hard, positioning himself over Takeru, gripping his cock at the base.

You rested a hand on Aguni’s back, stroking gently. “Take your time,” you murmured.

Aguni nodded before lowering himself slowly, taking Takeru inch by inch, his thighs trembling.

Takeru groaned, his fingers flexing against Aguni’s hips. “Fuck, yeah. That’s it. Stretch yourself open on my cock, baby.”

Aguni exhaled shakily, adjusting to the stretch, his entire body tense as he took every inch.

“Shit,” he muttered.

Takeru smirked. “You can handle it, can’t you?” His grip tightened. “Take all of me. All the way down.”

Aguni sucked in a breath and obeyed, sinking fully onto him, his thighs shaking as he took the last inch.

Takeru groaned, his head tipping back for a moment. “You feel so fucking good.”

Aguni braced his hands against Takeru’s chest, steadying himself.

“Now ride me,” Takeru ordered, his voice thick with dominance.

Aguni rolled his hips slowly at first, getting used to it, but Takeru wasn’t patient.

“More,” he growled. “I wanna feel you fucking yourself on my cock.”

Aguni obeyed, picking up the pace, his breath stuttering as he worked himself onto Takeru’s length, taking him over and over.

Takeru turned his gaze to you, his smirk widening. “Come here, sweetheart.”

You barely had time to react before his hands were on your thighs, pulling you forward, guiding you to straddle his face.

“Sit,” he commanded, his breath hot against your folds. “Be a good fucking girl and let me taste you.”

A shiver ran through you as you obeyed, lowering yourself onto his waiting mouth.

The first flick of his tongue was teasing, just a light drag over your clit, but then he pressed deeper, his tongue slipping between your folds, tasting everything.

You gasped, gripping the headboard, thighs trembling. “Takeru—”

He moaned against you, the vibrations making your entire body jolt. His tongue flicked against your clit, slow and deliberate, before sliding lower, pressing into your entrance.

“Oh fuck,” you choked out.

Takeru didn’t stop. His hands gripped your thighs, keeping you where he wanted, his tongue plunging inside you, fucking into you with deep, wet strokes.

Aguni moaned above him, his pace faltering at the sensation of Takeru moaning into you.

Takeru pulled back just enough to rasp, “Keep riding my cock, baby. Show me how much you love getting fucked.”

Aguni groaned, his hips moving faster, fucking himself down onto Takeru harder, deeper.

Takeru’s tongue flicked back up, circling your clit before sucking it between his lips, his moan sending sparks of pleasure straight through you.

Your entire body tensed, the pleasure mounting unbearably fast.

“T-Takeru—”

He hummed against you, his tongue relentless, fingers digging into your thighs as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

Aguni’s moans turned broken, his hands gripping Takeru’s chest. “Fuck—I’m—”

Takeru suddenly snapped his hips up, pounding into Aguni from below, forcing a strangled groan from him.

“Oh my—fuck—” Aguni’s whole body jolted, his rhythm faltering as Takeru fucked into him mercilessly.

The sounds—Aguni gasping, Takeru’s cock driving into him, the obscene, wet flicks of his tongue—sent you spiraling.

“Takeru—fuck—”

He growled into you, his lips closing around your clit, sucking hard.

You shattered, a cry ripping from your throat as your orgasm tore through you, your thighs clenching around his head.

Aguni groaned at the sight, his body going rigid as he came, spilling on Takeru with a shuddering breath.

Takeru groaned, his own body tightening as his release hit, pulsing deep inside Aguni.

For a long moment, the three of you just lay there, exhausted.

The room was quiet, save for the soft sound of breathing and the distant hum of the city beyond the window. The heat of what had just happened still lingered in the air, thick and heavy, but the urgency had faded, leaving only warmth in its wake.

You were the first to move, rolling off Takeru with a soft, satisfied sigh, your body still tingling from overstimulation. Aguni shifted next, exhaling sharply as he finally settled beside you both.

Takeru, ever the one to take his time, simply stretched, a slow, lazy movement that made his muscles flex beneath the dim light. Then, without a word, he reached out, brushing the backs of his fingers against your cheek, then trailing them down your arm. His touch was light, almost absentminded, but there was nothing casual about it.

“You good, baby?” His voice was softer now, lacking its usual teasing edge.

You nodded, meeting his gaze. “Yeah. You?”

Takeru’s smirk was slower this time, relaxed. “I think I just had one of the best fucking nights of my life, so yeah.”

Aguni snorted. “You say that every time.”

Takeru turned his head toward him, smirking. “And I’m always right.”

Aguni just shook his head, but he didn’t pull away when Takeru reached for him, running a slow hand down his back, tracing the curve of his spine before letting it settle just above his waist.

For a moment, none of you spoke. It wasn’t an awkward silence—it was something comfortable, something heavy in its own right, but not unpleasant.

Then, as if breaking the spell, Takeru let out a breath and sat up slightly. “Alright, someone’s gotta get up and grab the towels.”

Neither you nor Aguni moved.

Takeru huffed. “Wow. So fucking lazy.”

“You’re the one who made a mess,” Aguni pointed out.

Takeru smirked, eyes flashing with amusement. “Yeah? And you’re the one who sat on my dick, baby.”

You laughed, turning into Aguni’s shoulder. “He’s got a point.”

Aguni groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “I fucking hate both of you.”

Takeru chuckled, pressing a slow, teasing kiss to Aguni’s jaw before finally pulling himself away from the bed. You took the opportunity to stretch, feeling the pleasant soreness settle into your limbs.

Aguni let out a breath beside you, rubbing a hand absently down your arm before settling a warm palm on your thigh. “You really okay?”

You turned your head toward him, catching the way his dark eyes softened just slightly in the low light. “Yeah. I promise.”

His lips pressed together like he was debating something, then he gave a small nod. He didn’t always say much, but you knew him well enough to understand that the little gestures—the way he was still touching you, the way he was watching you closely—meant more than words.

Takeru returned a moment later, tossing a warm towel at Aguni’s chest before settling back onto the bed. “Alright, let’s clean up so I can pull you two into bed without sticking to the fucking sheets.”

Aguni rolled his eyes but took the towel anyway, muttering under his breath as he wiped himself down. You laughed as Takeru gently cleaned you up, his hands still lingering, slow and careful, even when he didn’t need to.

Once the mess was gone, Takeru tossed the towel aside and flopped back onto the mattress, arms spread wide. “Okay. Come here. Both of you.”

Aguni sighed, but he still shifted closer, pressing up against Takeru’s side. You curled into Takeru’s other side, letting his arm wrap around you, pulling you in.

For a moment, everything was still. Warm. Easy.

Then, quietly, Takeru murmured, “I love you both.”

Your breath hitched slightly, and you felt Aguni tense beside you. Not because he didn’t know—he did—but because Takeru rarely said it like that. No teasing. No arrogance. Just honesty.

You turned your head, pressing a kiss to Takeru’s collarbone. “I love you too.”

Aguni exhaled, then, after a pause, murmured, “Same.”

Takeru snorted. “You’re such a fucking romantic, baby.”

Aguni pinched his side, making Takeru yelp, but when the laughter faded, the warmth remained.

“Go to sleep,” Aguni muttered.

Takeru sighed dramatically, but he did as he was told, burying his face against your hair while keeping Aguni pressed close on his other side.

You smiled against Takeru’s chest, your body comfortably tangled with theirs, and let sleep take you.

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you cant just drop that first image on me and expect me to be okay

Beau ~♡

@ryoheiii I told you I would post..( ω-、)

@twinkyworm psstpsst (〃^ー^〃)

Reference bellow \/

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Dating HCs for Morizono Aguni x fem!reader

He leaves you for Hatter

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the fuck was i on about with this

aib au where hatter decides to expand his crime dealings and opens a pizza shop as a front. he hires aguni as the pizza chef because he doesn't talk much and figures he won't ask stupid questions like "why don't we have delivery boxes?" and "what do you mean by 'hush money?"

...EXCEPT aguni is actually really great at making pizza and they develop a following of foodies, forcing hatter to give up his life of crime for the absurdly lucrative pizza parlor while ALSO confronting his feelings for his stoic yet strangely-alluring head chef.

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man i love arisu and usagi