venus' diary

“I’ve already had her four times,” Sukuna grunted, “the brats insatiable.”

Toji snorted mid sip of water, eyes leaving the couch to instead peer through the half opened doorway to the bedroom, where he managed to catch only a glimpse of your bare leg through the crack. From the looks of it you were naked - splayed over the sheets, hair probably still a little damp from the shower, skin lacquered with lotion, half washed away with sweat by now.

“What, she ovulating or something?” Toji wondered aloud, lowering the bottle to once again catch Sukuna’s gaze over the metal rim.

The other man crossed his arms unceremoniously across his chest, and Toji watched the tendons jump in the winding muscle of his forearms as he shrugged.

“That or she’s in heat, damn near milked me dry.” He grumbled, brows knitted, working a mean line between them. If you were here you’d reprimand him for such an expression, crawl over the couch and run your thumb between his salmon brows until the lines wore smooth, or until Sukuna grew bored and wrapped a hand around your wrist to flip you onto the cushions instead.

Toji laughed then, the sound rough and graveled like tattered velvet.

“Seriously?” He scoffed, lips spread into a sly grin as he licked stray droplets from them, “had to tap out did ya’ Ryomen?”

Sukuna’s scowl only deepened, soured now with genuine irritation.

“Just be grateful I wore her out for you,” he spat, “and watch your tone, or it’ll be you spread eagle and whining for more cock next, Fushiguro.”

Toji chuckled again as he screwed the lid of his bottle on tight, the motion accented with a metallic ‘squeak!’ before he tossed it toward Sukuna, hard enough that he heard the fleshy impact when the other man’s hand shot out to catch it.

“Yeah yeah,” he mused, moving past the couch to instead push through the bedroom door, which creaked beneath the effort, “drink some fuckin’ water and get outta my way.”

If he were being honest, when he’d left for the gym that morning he’d been hoping for this exact scenario. Toji knew you - or at least your cycle - well enough to know that you’d wake up needy and leaking, and he knew Sukuna well enough to know he wouldn’t be able to resist the sight of you humping his thigh like a dog in heat for very long. So he’d left without a word just as the sun kissed the horizon, and he’d been half hard in his sweats since his second rep just thinking about it.

If the living room was warm, the air within the bedroom was stifling. But it wasn’t the heat or the sticky sweet scent that knocked the air from Toji’s lungs on entry, no. It was the sight of you - limbs splayed over the mattress, hair messed and wild where your head was tucked between the pillows. Your jaw lifted back far enough to expose the long column of your throat, giving Toji a stellar view of the dark sucking marks peppered there, indents of teeth that he was sure would melt into bruises by the evening.

Toji took in the sight indulgently - paused in the doorway, a lone hand already trailing its way down the curve of his stomach, teasing until his fingers curled over the bulge forming there. He squeezed once and shivered, reveling in the immediate relief that sizzled over his body like a splash of ice water.

He could feel the weight of Sukuna’s gaze piercing into the back of his skull like the promise of a snipers sight. He didn’t indulge the urge to peer over his shoulder and meet that heated gaze, instead he let his hand drop to his side and pressed a knee into the mattress.

You didn’t move, didn’t speak or even open your eyes when he crawled over the sheets, crowding your space like a panther sliding atop its snagged prey.

His hand met the curve of your waist, skin soft and warm beneath his palm, layer of sweat sticking you lightly to him. He trailed one hand downward over the curve of your belly, the other grazed feather-soft over the slopes of your breasts, pausing to pinch gently at either nipple, perked and willing in his hands.

“You’re soaked sweetheart,” he mused when his fingers finally dipped between your thighs, which gave way to him easily, spreading to make room for his forearm to slot between. He moved slowly, palming soft and teasing over your mound and listening to you mumble mindlessly below him.

You whined something unintelligible in reply, voice nothing but a high pitched whimper, crackled like shattered glass.

With a chuckle, he leaned down and craned his head until his ear rested level with your mouth.

“What’s that sweetheart?” He questioned, head tilted to listen.

You swallowed, hard and dry, and licked your lips before you spoke again. Another croaked string of words hit his ear, a touch clearer this time. He realized then that you weren’t mumbling gibberish at all, you were begging.

“More, more, need more, please ‘kuna, please jus’ one more…”

Toji chuckled and lifted his head back to study you again - he found your eyes still closed, brows now knitted into an expression that was decidedly desperate.

“Old Ryo’ couldn’t keep up, huh?” He mused, hands lifted from your body to instead press into the mattress either side of your head, leveraging the weight of him as he slotted himself properly between your thighs.

You offered a gentle huff in reply, eyelids feeling much too heavy to bother opening. Your limbs felt numb, tingling with residual little sizzles of pleasure.

“Don’t worry doll, ‘m here now.”

Toji didn’t waste time working you open or teasing you with the brush of his lips or gentle caresses, no. He simply slipped his shirt over his head and tossed it sideways. His thumb hooked over his waistband, tugged down to let his length spring free and slap hard and raw against you.

The sensation was enough to have his lips parting around a shuddered breath. You felt like heaven - like slick molten silk kissing each bumped ridge as he rutted through your swollen folds. You jolted when he shifted, hard inches rubbing over your clit, still singing with over stimulation.

He grinned and lowered a thumb to pet at your entrance, leaking slick and dribbles of what he was sure was Sukuna’s spend. He traced your rim beneath the head of his cock slowly, smearing the milky little pearls gathered there and wondering just how many loads Sukuna had managed to stuff inside you before he’d finally tapped out. The thought made his breath catch, and sent another sizzle of heat straight to his throbbing cock.

“C’mon, look at me now,” Toji cooed, watching the way any semblance of coherency on your face melted away when he finally pressed down, sinking inside with a single dizzying press of his hips - testament to just how soaked and used you really were.

It was enough to make your eyes roll behind your lids, fluttering with the delicious sting of being stretched open again. Toji treated you with shallow little thrusts. The hair at his base tickling your clit, thick veins pulsing against your rubbed raw walls where Sukuna had pounded you until you cried, until you bruised. And yet despite the pain, the ache - that needling little bud of desire still burned just as hotly as when you’d first awoken that day, stoking the fire in your belly and dribbling lava hot between your aching thighs.

“Oh, oh…” you moaned dumbly, lashes twitching as you finally lifted them and tried to blink away the layer of hazy film that had settled there. Your mind felt fuzzy, vacant. Drunk on the sensation of being stuffed utterly full once again.

“There she is,” Toji soothed.

“‘Ji, it’s you…” came your delayed greeting, nothing more than a breathy whine, “need’t cum, need to cum again, please…”

“Again?” Toji echoed in faux surprise, hips lowing to a torturous roll, “that’s a little greedy of you, don’t you think?”

“Incredibly greedy,” a distant voice interrupted, flat and deep and utterly serious.

Toji tilted his head back just enough to catch sight of Sukuna’s broad form filling the doorway, looking more like the hired security than someone who actually lived there. Toji peered through strands of ink black hair at the big hand that was beginning to dip beneath the waistband of Sukuna’s sweats, palming lazily at the considerable bulge there. Sukuna’s gaze was equally heavy and heated, lowered past the curve of Toji’s spine to track the way your hole was stretching around his thickness.

Toji swallowed, took a final glance at the sight of Sukuna beginning to work his length free from his boxers. His eyes stuck on the exposed slip of tan skin where Sukuna had tugged his shirt upward, the spatter of hair dusted there, before he turned his attention back to you.

“Haven’t even asked how my day was yet, and here you are begging me to make this needy pussy cum,” Toji teased, “and after Ryo’ took such good care of you too.”

“Please,” you cried, shaking your head furiously against the damp pillows crumpled either side of you, “please don’t tease me.”

“Aw I’m sorry sweetheart,” Toji cooed, voice dripping thick with mock concern, “you just need it real bad, huh?”

The delicate shallow thrusts he had been nursing you with suddenly shifted, turned to long pulls smacked back inside hard enough that you felt the tip of him kiss somewhere deep and delicate. Each buck had your legs quivering, and a sharp little shock of pain and pleasure in equal measure sizzling over your skin.

You were lucid enough only to know that he was moving, slow methodical thrusts that felt achingly tender. Each twitch of his worked muscle was purposeful, each motion entirely controlled and aimed to break you apart.

“Shh, just feel it. You feel me, right baby? Nice ‘n deep.” The words were sin incarnate, purred right into your ear.

You were nodding before you could think, slurring a string of unintelligible words alongside breathy cries of his name, strung together like a prayer.

“Deep… deeper…”

The scent of him was intoxicating, dizzying. The sharp sting of fresh sweat and his own familiar woody musk was enough to have you lifting your trembling legs just to hook a heel over his hip and tug him closer.

“Finally knocked all the brains outta you, huh?” Toji teased, “That’s alright, don’t need to think. Just keep squeezin’ this pretty little pussy around me, yeah?”

One of your hands fled the sheets to instead grasp at one of Toji’s bare shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle there.

“Kiss me,” you panted, blinking up at him with wide wet eyes, blown black and glossy with need, “oh, hng-… please Toji…”

Toji didn’t bother with a reply, instead he simply dipped his head and captured your lips in a kiss so sudden you barely had the wherewithal to suck in a lungful of air before he was swiping any lingering thoughts away with the hot slide of his tongue.

You melted into the touch, letting the roll of his jaw guide your movements - moaning in surprise when his teeth nipped at your cracked lower lip, your grip on his shoulder tightening when his tongue met yours.

When you finally split apart you were sufficiently softened by the blend of his sweet kisses and the steady rock of his hips, brain humming quietly like the static of a tv set to a dead channel.

“Good?” Toji questioned, head tilting.

You just nodded, struggling to keep you gaze affixed on the inky strands of hair slipping over Toji’s forehead, that was until a sudden blur of colour crept into the edge of your vision.

“Oi, what are you?-…”

You watched, motion a little delayed, as Sukuna’s hand slid across the back of Toji’s neck. Toji’s eyes widened an inch, looking genuinely shocked for just a moment before Sukuna’s grip tightened, firm hand forcing his head upward until they finally met in a rough crashing of lips.

Peering up you simply watched, entranced, at the slide of pink tongue between sticky sweet flutters of your lashes. Eyes caught on the way Toji’s brows lifted and his hips stuttered just a little when Sukuna’s hand tightened into a fist at his nape, strands of silky black hair sticking wayward through his thick fingers.

Toji grunted into the kiss, rougher now - a tumble of teeth and tongue in stark contrast to the slow rhythm of the embrace you had shared. One of Toji’s hands curled over your hip, thumb mindlessly tracing the bone there. The other found Sukuna’s chest, grasping a handful of fabric before he was shoving the other man backwards.

You watched a glittering thread of spit link them for a moment before it split, and you must have clenched at the obscene sight because Toji made a choked sound above you, falling into the sensation a little like he were suddenly made of jelly.

“Fuck sweetheart,” he panted, lips glossed as he dug a fist into the mattress beside your head, “that’s it, just like that.”

His thrusts didn’t slow or soften, but they felt sloppier somehow, and when you blinked upward you realized why. Sukuna had stepped in behind Toji, plump chest pressed to his back, massive hand still curled around his nape, thumb rubbing soothing little shapes there. His head turned inward, lips pressed to the delicate little strip behind Toji’s ear, breathing so close you could see the speckle of goosebumps begin to prickle over Toji’s skin.

“C’mon Fushiguro,” Sukuna purred, quiet enough that you could barely hear the sweet syrupy words, “don’t get soft on me now.”

Dazed, you watched Sukuna raise a spare hand to his lips, thumb pressed against tongue beneath the glint of pearly canines before he reached past Toji’s hips and tucked it between your thighs. You jerked at the sudden contact, the searing heat of his slick thumb, calloused and rough and perfect against your abused clit.

“Bastard…” Toji gritted, breaths coming ragged now, panting between barely masked grunts of pleasure as his head dipped beneath the weight of the palm at his nape. His gaze was glassy, glued to where you were clamping around him, where your slick was painting the dark curls at his belly white.

Sukuna only grinned in reply, and you could hear the lazy glee lacing his tone with his next words, thumb still rolling over your twitching nub as you writhed beneath his touch.

“Go on now,” he rumbled, low and filthy over the shell of Toji’s ear, and you swore you felt Toji twitch in response. “make the pretty girl cum.”

You could feel it, the looming buzz of your orgasm, curling like the crest of a wave, hot and tight in your belly like the slow cinching of a knot.

“Close ‘ji…’m close,” you slurred, “gonna… hn!- ‘m gonna…”

“I’m right here sweetheart,” Toji was groaning now, shivering a little as the hand at his nape tightened once more. His thrusts were wild - wide sloppy pumps driven haphazardly into the slick mess between your thighs. Sukuna’s thumb continued its assault, drawing steady heart shapes over your clit, right above where Toji was busy splitting you open.

“C’mon princess,” Toji pleaded, words accented with a kicking throb that you felt all the way in your gut, “give it to me.”

You let your eyelids fall shut, squeezed tightly against the way your vision was beginning to blur at the edges. Senses dulled, sounds and scents becoming more and more distant with each second of rising pleasure until suddenly the knot snapped, and you were unraveling along with it.

Toji cursed somewhere beyond the numbed blackness of your senses, and alongside it you felt a flood of heat and the familiar twitching pulse of him as he filled you. Firm hands gripped your waist like an anchor, holding you in place as you squirmed against his final stuttered humps, wracked with unending wave after wave of white hot pleasure.

“Shh, that’s it, that’s a good girl…” Toji was cooing into your ear, forehead pressed to the pillow, only hair tickling your cheek.

The words were a salve, a balm smoothed over your mind until all that was left was the honeyed buzz of pleasure.

You sucked in a shaky breath and realized along with it that you were crying, cheeks soaked and salted with fresh tears. You let your limbs fall, limp and exhausted against the sheets. A subtle ache was beginning to settle in your muscles, in your bones, and yet beneath it all you still felt it - that itch deep inside, like an unending, desirous pit.

“More…” you croaked, voice utterly broken despite your pleading.

Toji scoffed somewhere above you - sounding equal parts shocked and proud at your incessant appetite. You heard the distant thump of approaching footfalls, followed by the telltale creak of a knee digging into the mattress before the bed was dipping beneath a considerable weight, and you felt Toji slip out with a slick sucking sound.

“Move Fushiguro, think I just got my second wind.”

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The room was quiet in that restless, too-late kind of way, where every little sound seemed louder than it should have been. The street outside had long since gone still, the light from the window spilling thin stripes across the blankets, but you still couldn’t sleep.

Your sheets were twisted around your legs, warm but uncomfortable, as you stared at the ceiling—trying to force your mind to focus on anything but Mark. Count the cracks in the paint. Listen to the hum of the heater. Focus on the soft rustle of the sheets when you shifted your legs. None of it helped. Every time your eyes closed, your thoughts went right back to him.

You turned onto your side, then your other side, then back again. Rolling onto your stomach, you buried your face in the pillow with a frustrated sigh. The clock on your bedside table glowed with an unforgiving brightness: 2:43AM. You reached for your phone for the third time in ten minutes, half-hoping for a message and half-afraid of what it might say. Nothing. Still nothing.

You hugged the phone to your chest for a second before setting it back on the nightstand, then sat up and rubbed at your face. Your eyes felt heavy, but your body was all nerves, like it had forgotten how to relax. You pulled your knees up under the blankets and stared at the dark window.

Mark would probably hate seeing you like this. He always got this soft, guilty look when he realised you’d been worrying about him. He never liked making you wait. He never liked the fear in your voice when you asked if he was okay.

A sudden sound outside the window made you freeze. Your whole body went tense, heart jumping into your throat, and you were halfway out of bed before you realised it was only the wind brushing the tree branches against the glass. You let out a breath you hadn’t known you were holding and sank back onto the mattress, embarrassed even though no one was there.

After a moment, you reached over and switched on the small lamp beside the bed. The warm light filled the room just enough to make the shadows less sharp. You looked around at the little pieces of Mark that had somehow ended up in your room over time: the hoodie he’d left behind, folded over the chair; the spare comic he’d shoved into your bookshelf because he swore you ‘had to read it’; the stupid souvenir he’d bought on a date and forgotten to take back.

You exhaled slowly, standing once again and heading to the bathroom. The light was harsh at first, making you squint as you flicked it on. You reached for the shower, turning the water on and letting it run as steam slowly began to fill the room.

You caught your reflection in the mirror as you began to undress—the bags under your eyes making you grimace. You stepped under the warm water and let it hit your shoulders, your back, your face—letting the heat sink into the tight places in your body.

For a little while, you focused only on the feeling of it, on the rhythm of the water, on the simple act of breathing until your lungs stopped catching. You pressed your palms against the tile and closed your eyes, trying to wash away the fear that kept circling back.

You tried not to think. Tried not to imagine where he was, what he was doing, whether he was hurt. You were still deep in thought, still caught up in the same loop of dread, running through every possibility your mind could invent. You didn’t hear the bathroom door open, nor the soft rustling of clothes hitting the floor. 

You didn’t register the shower door opening and closing until strong arms slipped around your waist that your whole body jolted in surprise, and before you could even turn your head, Mark was there, pressing himself close against your back. 

His hold tightened just slightly, like he was making sure you were real. Like he needed to feel you there as much as you needed to feel him. One of his hands rested over your stomach, his thumb moving in a small, absent circle, and when he finally lifted his head, you could hear the tiredness in his voice.

“Missed you,” he murmured, placing a soft kiss against your pulse point.

“Mark?” you gasped, your hands immediately coming up as you turned in his arms.

Your eyes moved over him quickly, taking in everything at once. His skin was flushed, a deep heat radiating off him that you could feel even without touching. There was a faint sheen of sweat along his forehead, trailing down the side of his neck, catching along his collarbone. His chest rose and fell unevenly, each breath just a little too fast, a little too sharp.

“Mark…” you said again, softer now, your hands shifting from his shoulders to cup his face, then sliding down to his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall beneath your palm. “Hey—slow down. Breathe.”

He let out a shaky breath at that, almost like he hadn’t realised how hard he was breathing until you said it. His forehead dropped forward, resting briefly against yours, his eyes closing as he tried to steady himself.

“I—” he started, voice catching slightly before he swallowed it down.

Your brows pulled together, worry tightening in your chest again. “What’s going on?” you asked, searching his face. “Are you injured?”

“No, I—fuck—” Mark tried again, the word slipping out under his breath as his grip on your waist tightened. He swallowed hard, jaw clenching slightly. “It hurts.”

Your stomach dropped. “What hurts? I thought you said you weren’t injured—”

“I’m not injured,” he cut in quickly, his voice rougher now—strained in a way you weren’t used to hearing from him. Like he was trying to explain something he didn’t have the words for. Like even he didn’t fully understand it.

You blinked at him, frustration flickering through the concern. “What? Mark? I dont… You’re really confusing me right now,” you sighed, your hands still resting against him, grounding but unsure.

Mark shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck and dropping his gaze. He let out a weak exhale before glancing back up at you and gesturing downwards. “It hurts.”

Your eyes followed his motion, and cursed yourself for not noticing sooner. He was hard. Painfully so. Mark kept his gaze on yours as you gave him an up down and had the audacity to look sheepish. He ran a weak hand through his wet hair before letting it fall back down to his side where it tapped nervously against his leg.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life,” he said exasperatedly.

“Okay, ouch,” you teased, tracing your fingers down his chest, past his stomach and down to the tuft of hair trailing to his base until you wrapped a hand around his cock, savouring how he throbbed under your palm. “What have I been doing wrong?”

Mark groaned at that, seemingly torn between frustration and amusement. He threw his head back against the tiles, his mouth opening and closing like a fish, “No—not like—you know what I mean—its that stupid alien thing—”

“What ‘stupid alien thing’?” you wondered, moving your hand down and teasingly trailing your fingernails over the skin of his balls. 

The sensation made him cry out, his cock jerking hard against his stomach. His eyes fluttered shut for a brief second as he tried to keep his composure—his chest rising and falling a little faster with each second that passed.

“There was an object… some kind of relic, I think,” he tried to explain, gulping back a groan. “It gave me this… I dunno, headache, and I thought everything was fine but now—”

“You’re aroused?” you questioned, wrapping your hand back around his base.

“Yeah,” he rasped out after a second. “F-fuck—I—”

“So you inhaled some aphrodisiac?” you laughed softly, slowly moving your hand.

He dragged both hands down his face with a groan that sounded like it had been ripped from his soul. Mark's thighs trembled, his hips thrusting up helplessly into your touch. He was trying, and failing, to keep himself under control, his hands clenching into trembling fists at his sides.

You gave your hand one particular tug and he whined loudly. His tip was flushed an angry-red, glistening and soaked with his precum. The vein along the underside of his length pulsed dangerously each time your thumb slit along the slit in his tip.

“You—you don’t have to do this,” he said, teeth clamped down hard on his lip. “I can wait—oh fuck—I can wait it out…”

“No you can’t, Mark,” you swallowed, your thighs pressing together on their own accord. “You’re in pain. I want to help. I want to make you feel better.”

With one hand firm at his base, your other hand picked up the speed around the head of him. His hips jolted as he fucked himself into your fist. He moaned your name, causing your heart to stutter in your chest at the low, needy sound.

“I’m sorry.  I—I’m so sorry… this… please,” Mark groaned out your name. “I’ll—just like that.”

He panted, drawing in gasps of air, and babbled mindlessly. His hips continued to jerk into your hand, unable to help himself, lost to the pleasure. One of his hands came up to the junction of your jaw, pulling your lips onto his.

He took your breath away with how deeply he kissed you. it was incessant, all tongue and teeth. But you let him have his way with you—whatever he needed to feel better—while he broke free to mouth at your pulse.

His tongue flattened against your skin and dragged all the way up your neck, to take your earlobe in his mouth and suck. You moaned at the action, your hand tightening around him. That was all Mark needed before he came with a stuttered cry.

His cock pulsed in your grip, your name tearing from his throat. It felt endless, never seeing him come so much. Mark saw stars, his hips twitching with the force of his orgasm. It was almost painful in its intensity, the pleasure so sharp it made his legs shake. 

Thick ropes of cum hit your stomach and trickled down your wrist before being washed away by the spray of water. But still, it wasn't enough. He needed you impossibly closer, he needed to consume every inch of space between you, and despite how much Mark just came, he was still hard. Desperately so. 

The relief he expected, the clarity that should have come, was nowhere to be found. If anything, Mark found himself even more aroused than before. Another wave of confused arousal crashed through him, making him groan weakly. He dropped his head onto your shoulder, moving his hips into your hand once again as he hopelessly tried to find some form of relief. 

You reached a hand to the back of his head, threading your fingers through his hair and pulling him back to look at you. You barely got a look at how hazy Mark’s eyes were before he lunged forward and captured your mouth in another kiss.

Mark tried to be gentle but the second your lips parted for him, he was taken over by a need so consuming that he let the last thread of control fray to nothing. One hand fisted your hair, gripping it tight to angle your head exactly where he needed it, while the other gripped your waist.

He pulled you flush to his body, his chest pressed against yours. Gasping at his touch, Mark immediately took advantage, sweeping his tongue past yours. The hand that was on your waist slid down to the curve of your ass, squeezing gently before he lifted you up and pressed you back against the cool surface of the tiles. 

Your legs wrapped naturally around his waist and you felt his cock brush against your folds. Water sluiced between you as he pressed closer, the tile cool against your bare back compared to the heat of him. 

Mark sucked your bottom lip between his teeth and released it slowly before pulling back. You made a small wounded sound that went straight to his cock and you felt it twitch against your stomach. 

Glancing down at his lips, you took in how they were spit-covered, plump and parted as he gulped back his pleasure. Just the sight of him so wrecked made your head spin and thighs clench. His chest heaved against yours, breath coming hard and fast as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“Baby, I can’t,” he panted raggedly, his voice barely recognisable. “You don’t understand… I’m not… I don’t know if I can be gentle.”

“That’s okay, Mark,” you whispered against his lips, sliding a hand up his shoulder to curl around the base of his neck. “Take what you need. Take me.”

“I—are you sure?” he breathed, glancing between your eyes as he tried to find any sort of hesitation. “I don't know if I can stop once I start…”

“Then don’t stop,” you purred, tightening your hand around the base of his neck.

He was all over you in seconds, his teeth scraping against your neck, hot and demanding against your skin—kissing, nipping, licking until he had a trail of marks blooming across it. He didn’t bother hiding how badly he wanted this—how badly he needed to be touching you. 

His mouth crashed back onto yours with bruising intensity and your lips parted for him instantly, allowing him to take full control of the kiss. The hand that was in your hair moved down and wrapped around his cock, pumping himself a few times before lining up against your entrance. 

You rolled your hips against him, the thick head of his cock dragging through your folds and gathering your slick. The action made your breath stutter, your thighs tightening helplessly around him, trying to draw him even closer, to get more of that intoxicating pleasure.

With one shaky thrust of his hips, Mark buried himself deep inside you, and the sensation punched a desperate sound from the both of you. A long, drawn-out moan left your lips as he stretched you open and filled you completely.

“Oh God, sweetheart,” he murmured, dipping his head and latching his lips onto your neck and sucking hard. 

Mark held himself deep inside you for a brief moment that felt like an eternity. He drew back his hips until the tip of his cock slid right to the very edges of your entrance, and then drove it back in, burying himself to the hilt. 

You reached a hand up, threading your fingers through the wet strands and tugging at them. He lifted his head from your shoulder and glanced down at where your bodies met, watching his cock slide in and out of you at a frantic pace.

“Feels so good,” he breathed, brushing a calloused thumb over your bottom lip.

As your lips part to let out a moan, Mark slid his thumb into your mouth—pressing the pad of his thumb down against your tongue to make you swallow around it instead. Mark cursed under his breath, his hips stuttering as you sucked on his thumb—his gaze darkened as he watched the way your lips slid over it.

His thumb pulled free from your mouth with a soft, wet pop—a string of saliva connecting him to your bottom lip. His fingers gripped your chin, tilting your head back. He closed the last bit of space between you, lips hovering millimeters above your own, his breath mingling with yours. 

Mark’s grip on your chin shifted, his fingers curling to cradle your jaw as his hips slowly began to lose their rhythm as he got closer to his impending orgasm. His thumb moved to the underside of your jaw, tracing the line of your pulse with feather-light pressure. 

His thumb moved again, shifting to the delicate column of your throat. He gently squeezed, enough to feel your pulse stutter beneath his touch as he leaned closer. His gaze drifted down to your neck, studying the way you shivered when he exerted that bit of pressure.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he panted, his thumb rubbing small, teasing circles on your fluttering pulse. 

Mark’s body tensed at the feeling of your nails raking down his back, a sharp groan tearing from his throat. His hips stuttered again, losing their rhythm as pleasure spiked through him. He pressed you harder against the wall with one hand braced beside your head while the other gripped your thigh to hike it higher around his waist.

Water cascaded over both of you as he leaned in close enough that all you could see was him—dark lashes dripping wet and eyes burning into yours. Mark’s grip on your thigh tightened, his pace turning rougher—needy.

His free hand slid between you, his fingers finding your clit with cruel precision as he drove into you deeper. His fingers pressed harder, his hips pistoning with brutal efficiency. His forehead dropped against your shoulder as the tension in him coiled tighter.

“I’m gonna—I’m—oh shit—” he groaned, coming undone above you.

Your name ripped from his throat like a prayer as he came inside you. He buried himself as deep as he could go as his cock throbbed inside you, pulsing violently as he emptied himself inside your cunt. 

There was too much—pulse after pulse filling you beyond capacity. You clenched around him, your body milking every last drop until his cum started to leak around the base of him, dripping down your thighs. 

You were coming a few seconds after before your brain could even register it was happening. His arms locked around you in a vice grip, keeping you flush against him as he rode out both your highs with slow, grinding rolls of his hips.

“Fuck—fuck,” he muttered into the curve of your neck.

“Mark,” your voice cracked, still feeling how hard he was.

Blindly reaching to his left, Mark turned off the water before stumbling out of the shower with you still in his arms. He moved with urgency, carrying you a few steps to your bed and laying you down.

He followed you down, planting his forearm beside your head and covering your body with his. You were briefly wary of making everything wet, but then Mark kissed you and every thought evaporated from your mind. 

His mouth left a trail of kisses down the column of your neck, pausing to nip lightly at the mark he’d made earlier. He continued his path down your body, his mouth leaving a scalding trail of wet kisses on your skin until he sucked your nipple between his lips.

Mark’s tongue circled the sensitive peak before his teeth grazed against it teasingly. His hand came up to the other, his thumb flicking over the nipple once, twice—watching how it stiffened under his touch before pinching it hard enough to make you gasp.

“Fuck, Mark,” you moaned, arching your back into his touch.

Threading your fingers into his hair, you tugged at the strands as he sucked your nipple into his mouth. His hand palmed and kneaded the other, clinging onto every whining plea that fell from your lips. 

Mark groaned against your skin, his hips grinding down against the mattress. He switched to the other side, alternating between your breasts, his tongue laving over the other sensitive mound. He licked, sucked and nipped until both your nipples were peaked and glistened with his spit. 

His mouth trailed down your stomach, leaving open-mouthed kisses in his wake until his hand smoothed up the inside of your thighs before pushing them apart. He manoeuvred you into the perfect position before propping himself on his elbows between your legs.

Only when his hand trailed down to your thigh, his knuckles lightly brushing over your skin, did you finally stop him.

“Mark,” you sighed, holding him back with the hand still tangled in his hair. “It’s not about me, Mark… this is about you.”

“No, I need this,” Mark shook his head, pulling your thighs over his shoulders. “I need to make you feel good too.”

Before you could protest any further, he bruised his face between your legs and devoured you like a man starved. Mark flattened his tongue, licking a long stripe up your slick folds from your aching hole to your clit. 

“Oh, fuck,” you panted, tightening your thighs around his head and practically suffocating him.

Mark moaned against your core, reveling in the taste of you and him on his tongue, before his lips latched onto your clit. Your fingers twisted tightly in his hair as your hips bucked up helplessly in response to the maddening sensation.

He tilted his head down, shifting one of his hands to spread you wider with his thumb, opening you up as he licked and prodded at your entrance as the bridge of his nose brushed against your clit. Mark didn’t know if he could be able to keep it slow for long, not with you—not when he took such sick pride in taking you apart like this.

“So fucking delicious,” Mark murmured, pulling back for a second to spit onto your throbbing cunt. As if you needed any more lubrication.

He dove back in, his tongue spearing inside—the obscene wet sound mixing with your gasping moan. Your toes curled as he slid his tongue in and out over and over, curling and massaging your insides. 

The sight of Mark was nearly enough to send you over the edge. All flushed skin and flexing muscle, he seeked his own friction by grinding down against the mattress, aching for a bit of relief from the pressure. Mark savoured the taste of you, closing his eyes and humming into your cunt.

Your head lolled even further back into the pillows as the vibrations shot through your body, your eyes fixed at the ceiling and almost teary from how good you felt. Then, without warning, Mark’s two fingers sunk into you as his mouth re-attached to your clit.

“Mark—fuck—Mark,” you moaned incoherently. 

As his fingers curled and uncurled against your g-spot, you tilted your hips up to meet the thrusts of his hand. You were shaking now, your thighs trembling uncontrollably as the coil in your stomach wound up tighter and tighter.

Mark’s tongue and fingers continued to work in tandem, coaxing you closer and closer to your orgasm. 

“Need you to come,” Mark rasped against you, feeling you clench around his fingers.

The raw pleading tone of his voice is what does it. Your back arched off the bed as your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. Mark watched you with rapt attention, keeping his mouth sealed around you—devouring every aftershock.

Mark smiled against your cunt, lapping up your release—even as it dripped down his wrist and chin. He slowed his fingers, gentling their movements, and delivering a final lick before pulling away to press open-mouthed kisses against your inner thighs. 

He worked his way back up your body until he reached your face, lips glistening and hair dishevelled from your grip. Mark planted a hand beside your head, fisting the pillow as he leaned down to connect your lips.

You moaned into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue. He kissed you with a desperate kind of fervour, moving a hand to your jaw and tilting your head back so he could claim as much of your mouth as possible. 

Your nails raked down his back, leaving a light trail of red in their wake. Mark hissed at the feeling, bucking his hips forward and dragging the swollen head of his cock through your folds, brushing against your clit. 

“I can’t get enough of you,” he whimpered, his hands trembling. “Please… I need more… I need you.” 

“Fuck, Mark, I—” you gasped, still trying to catch your breath from the previous orgasm. “Yeah, okay… take me.”

You reached a hand between your bodies, guiding his cock and aligning him with your entrance. Not needing to be told twice, Mark slid his hands under your thighs, hitching your legs up until your calves were over his shoulders.

He pressed his chest down against yours, his body caging you in completely. Your hands clutched desperately at his biceps that encased you as he pushed in at an antagonising pace. 

You felt every inch, every bump, every ridge, every vein, every perfect, blissful drag of his cock as he split you open once again. Your legs were practically folded to your shoulders, ankles hooked around the back of his neck. 

You were so full you could barely breathe, stretched impossibly wide around him—the sensation so unbelievably overwhelming you could come from that alone. He wasn’t giving you any time to adjust, his body operating on pure unfiltered need.

“So good,” he murmured, barely holding his head aloft. “Feels so good. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just need—fuck—need you so bad. Can't stop…."

His cock was buried so far inside you it felt like he was in your stomach. Each one of his thrusts were deeper than the last—his chest smothering your gasps and moans as you took him over and over.

Mark’s arms began to tremble from the tension of keeping you folded under him. He sucked in a sharp breath like he couldn’t stand how good you felt, his hips rolling deeper while locking your eyes together. 

At that point, it felt like Mark was practically a part of you. Each time he rocked forward, you chased the friction instinctively. One of Mark’s hands snaked between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit.

A sharp cry slipped past your lips, your body jolting with overstimulation from your previous orgasms. Every muscle in your body twitched, wanting to flee from the sensation but, with being pinned beneath him, there was nowhere to go. 

You were utterly trapped, unable to do anything but take it. You couldn’t hold back anymore—the combination of his thumb against your clit, his cock pounding into you was all too much. 

“Oh god, oh God—” you moaned, grasping his wrist. “I’m close…”

“Please, baby,” he panted, his thrusts becoming needier. 

You came with a keening cry as your third orgasm washed over you—your thighs shaking where they were pressed to your chest. Mark continued his thrusts, coaxing you through your orgasm but instead of slowing down, he became more frantic. 

Then, without warning, he pulled out of you completely, ignoring your confused whimper, and his hands were on you—gripping your hips and flipping you around. He slid back inside you and bottomed out—his balls slapping against your clit.

Your jaw went slack against the pillows, cheek pressed to the soft fabric by Mark’s hand. He held you there for a moment, his chest hard against your back. His hips began to move, the tip of his cock nudging against your g-spot.  

“Mark,” you whimpered, clutching the sheets below you. 

“Yeah, baby?” he murmured into your neck. “You like that?”

His forehead dropped between your shoulder blades as his entire body shuddered with the effort to keep himself from coming apart. His hands shook where they gripped your hips; every drag of him inside you slow but punishingly deep.

“Doing so good f’me,” he breathed, kissing your shoulder. 

His thrusts started to falter, growing erratic and sloppy—there was a desperate kind of ache in his movements now. The bed creaked beneath his thrusts, the force of his movements causing the headboard to smack against the wall.

Mark dragged a hand around to your stomach then, splaying it over your navel and pressing your back against him. He groaned at the sensation, his teeth biting down into your shoulder and remaining there as he spilled into you in hot pulses.

Thick ropes spurt into your cunt—being stuffed deeper and deeper with every half-thrust that followed. Your mouth fell open on a silent gasp, your eyes wide as he shifted slightly and angled his hips deeper. 

You expected him to soften, to give you a moment to recover—even if it was for a second. But, for some unholy reason, Mark still didn’t slow down. A broken whimper fell from your lips as he pulled out of you once again—his and your release dripping from your abused cunt.

In a blur, before you could even catch your breath—before you could even think—he was moving, flipping you over in one smooth motion, pulling you on top of him and sliding you down onto his cock.

You were so full, so overwhelmed, you could barely process that he was still hard, still going, still in desperate need of you. Mark groaned, head tipping back against the headboard as you took him to the hilt.

His eyes locked onto where you rolled your hips—letting his cock slowly drag out of you before sinking right back in. Your thighs flexed as you rode him and the heat between you built. He thrusted up into you, meeting your movements with an unexpected roughness. 

“Fuck, baby—” he panted, voice breathless, his finger flexing on your ass. "I can't—fuck, just need one more from you—Can you do that for me? Please, baby, just one more."

You lifted a hand from his chest and cupped his mouth as you rode him harder, faster. The pleasure was building quickly, both your thighs shaking from overstimulation. Your breasts bounced with each movement and Mark’s hands slid up your back, over your ribs, before grabbing your tits. 

He squeezed your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, making your hips stutter into a slow grind that made his cock rub just right inside you. Mark was so incredibly close to losing it all—his hands roaming at any piece of skin he could reach.

His thumb slid back down to your clit, lazily rubbing circles over the swollen bud. Your back arched, pace stuttering for a second before chasing your fast approaching orgasm. You were coming before your brain could even register it was happening. 

“Mark,” you moaned, tilting your head back. 

Your thighs shook violently, muscles screaming, as you slowed your movements. You could hear him mumble into your palm and you pressed your hand tighter to his mouth. He was so close, and he knew you felt it too. 

With a few more weak thrusts, Mark’s cock twitched inside you, and he groaned into your palm. He shuddered beneath you, the intensity of his orgasm clearly overwhelming as he filled you up one last time. 

His hips slowed gradually and you let your hand fall from his mouth—the last of your strength giving out entirely. Your head lolled onto his shoulder, too heavy to hold up anymore.

Mark breathed raggedly against your hair, his chest heaving and he could finally feel the burning under his skin start to fade. His taut muscles finally loosened and the desperate need in his chest began to settle. 

You were both spent, and there was nothing left for you both but to melt into one another. You nuzzled into the crook of his neck as he placed a delicate kiss on your temple. Slowly, he rubbed lazy circles into your skin—his hands soothing and gentle as you regained your bearings.

He looked down at you with a sigh of contentment, and you lifted your head just enough to kiss the underside of his jaw softly. You felt your chest flutter as he leaned in to kiss your forehead—his gaze warm and loving.

Unwillingly, Mark slowly pulled out, watching his cum spill out of you. His throat bobbed, lips parting slightly as he watched it drip down your thighs and cling to your folds.

“Looks like we’re going to need another shower,” he teased softly.

“I guess so,” you hummed sleepily, closing his mouth with a finger under his chin.

Toji leaned back in the lounger with his legs spread like he owned the place — which, honestly, he kind of did.

The resort staff had been looking at him like he was dangerous since the moment you both arrived.

You, however, were happily swimming around like you belonged in a travel advertisement.

His eyes followed every movement. Every turn of your hips through the water. Every time the thin strings of your bikini shifted against your skin.

Christ. He ran a hand down his face.

“Babe?” he called.

You turned immediately.

“Yes, ’ji?”

“C’mere. Miss you.”

You swam back over and climbed out of the pool, water streaming down your body as you walked toward him. The sunlight caught on the droplets rolling down your stomach and Toji’s jaw tightened slightly.

You dropped down between his legs like it was the most natural thing in the world. Your manicured nails spread across his chest.

“Toji baby are you not hot?” you whined. “I’m literally melting.”

He barely heard you.

Your skin was still wet. Your bikini was somehow even smaller when it was soaked.

“God, Toji are you stupid?” you flicked his forehead lightly. “You’re not even listening!”

His eyes flicked down to your chest. Then back up to your face. “Brat,” he muttered.

You just pouted at him dramatically before turning around so your back was resting against his chest.

Right then your phone buzzed. You glanced at it. Then gasped.

“Oh my god, Toji!” You twisted around excitedly so quickly he almost lost his grip on you.

“My delivery’s coming soon!”

His eyebrows lifted slightly.

You started rambling immediately. “I got this dress that’s like — okay wait you’re gonna love it — and heels and this little set and—”

You kept talking while showing him the notification.

His eyes dropped to the number.

Five thousand.

He blinked.

Five thousand dollars.

He should’ve been annoyed.

Instead his hand tightened slightly around your waist.

Because the way you were wiggling around on his lap while you talked about clothes was making it very difficult for him to think about anything else.

You shifted again, excited.

Completely oblivious. Toji exhaled slowly.

“You done moving?” he asked.

You looked up at him sweetly. “Why?”

His hand slid slowly up your thigh.

“You’re killing me over here.”

Your thighs instinctively squeezed together at the contact.

You giggled.

“Ohhh is someone jealous of my shopping?”

“Not even close.”

His thumb traced along your inner thigh.

“Just trying to focus while you’re sitting on me like that.”

You tilted your head innocently.

“Like what?”

He looked at you for a long second.

Then leaned forward slightly.

“Exactly like that.”

You laughed softly and leaned up, placing a hand on his thigh as you pushed yourself closer.

“C’mere,” you said.

Toji didn’t move at first.

He just looked at you.

Water still dripping from your hair.

That stupid tiny bikini.

The excited smile you hadn’t lost since the moment you got the notification about your packages.

Then his hand slid behind your neck.

And he pulled you in.

The kiss was slow at first — almost lazy — but it didn’t stay that way for long.

His grip tightened slightly and you felt him pull you closer into his lap as his mouth moved against yours.

Your lips were stealing all the air from his lungs. For a second Toji could only stare at you like you’d completely ruined him.

You raised your hand around his neck holding a slight firm grip. He grunted into your lips, god he was so pathetic.

He pulled back just enough to look at you.

His eyes were low and heavy.

“See something you like, babe?”

He brushed his fingers over your pussy. You gasped at the sensation. “You like that?” he muttered. “Look at you.”

Your handed wrapped tightly around his neck. “Don’t start something you won’t finish,” you huffed.

With one smooth motion he grabbed your thighs and hoisted you over his shoulder “Toji! What the hell are you doing!” you shrieked. 

“Hold your nose doll,” and with that you were thrown into the pool. “Oh my god, fuck you Toji!” you pouted.

He dove in after you and guided you back onto the pool ledge. He kissed the revealed parts of your legs, those hungry eyes looking up at you. 

He looked a lot better when he devoted himself to your needs. You raked your hands through his hair and tugged it slightly. A muffled groan from him kissing your legs escaped his mouth.

“Toji, you know what I want just do it” you purred out. “My sweet girl,” he said pushing your thighs apart “What would I ever do with out you?”

His eyes drifted from your face to the inside of your legs. Lifting your hips signaling for him to get going. “Ugh, didn’t even have to ask baby.”

The sliver of clothing drawn off your body, flung into somewhere the next guests would only be able to find. 

He shifted your hips forward crossing your legs over his massive shoulders. He dove in with no mercy, flinging your head back of pleasure.

now he's slobbering all over your sopping cunt, spit and slick dripping down his chin as he's absolutely drunk off of you.

The sensation of his spit and slick dripped down his chin, he was completely drunk off on you.

The sound of his babbling and your whimpering filled the atmosphere. The pleasure was too much, tightening your grip on his head with your thighs. You looked down dazed out already and his eyes had rolled back from the taste of you on his toungue.

He was so nasty. He sucked on your swollen nub, the spit bubbles around your clit as his mouth continued to create more spit.

Your breathless moans left your mouth. Your sweet honeyed moans were music to Tojis ears.  “Hnng~ fuck Toji, it’s too much slow down, ohmygodohmygodohmy-“ You whimpered.

Toji grunted as he pulled back your juices sticking along his lips. “I want my meal baby.” he started pushing your legs back “You’re gonna ruin me.”

Sure enough he dove back in just as quickly. You had never seen him this animalistic before. You knew he liked the taste of you but this was so different? 

Wriggling around from the gurling he was making. “Oh my god, my princess…” 

You tried to close you legs from the stimulation but he continued to message your beautiful folds with the tip his toungue.

He pulled back just slightly and with a splat! he spit directly on your hole. He reached his two fingers in and scissored your hole. He pushed agaisnst the rigged texture of your g-spot.

“Fuck, thought i would’ve stretched you out by now,” His rugged tastebuds flicked around your hole, his nose bumping your swollen clit.

It was all too much. His fingers and mouth sent shockwaves through your body. His fingers continued to plummet out your hole, his wrist being drenched in whatever he kept pulling out of you.

Incoherently you spammed our words just anything to continue the pleasure. 

“Toji!” you tugged his face back. His ears perked up. “I need it so bad Toji please…” you melwed

How the fuck could he say no to that?

His brain plummeted his fingers along the pathway pressing slightly agaisnt the spot he had discovered the first time you guys met. It made you see stars.

“T-Toji-,” your pretty broken whimpers connected his ears to all the need you had. “Right there, p-please don’t stop!”

Toji wrapped your swollen clit with his equally swollen lips. Your ears peared down at his handsome cheeks hallow out. Those lips that usually barked orders were now wet and shining.

The stimulation of his tongue and fingers graced a blissful wave over your body. His fingers dove and pinched at the sensitive nerve inside you. Those lips locked onto the nub that was the sweetest candy in the whole world.

His muffled words sputtered agaisnt your sweet cunt. Raising your one eyebrow in a raise, you pulled his head back slightly again. “What was that baby?” you coyed. “Fuck, n-need you to cum on my tongue, okay baby?” 

He was so out of breathe and you could tell how ragged he had become “Need it so bad,” he sputtered out while wrapping his arms around you legs.

“M’so close— just please keep going” The reckless frenzy of your tone brought a smirk to his face, the expression hovered over your drenched pussy.

Toji’s sculptured arm starts pushing in and away from your cunt. The deep grooooan from his mouth indicated the very viscous strikes through out your pussy that was coming.

His fingers targeted your g-spot. Your head flew back, arching your back into a perfect C. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably through your orgasm. Your eyesight had turned a hot-white. The pleasure rushed out, resulting in a strangled cry.

Your hips bucked against his fingers and nose. “C-cumming—“ You mewled as you continued to spread your juices all over his face, taking your time to spread your lips over his strong nose and extremely puffy lips

After a while, your high had reduced, pushing Toji back before he had another though, you crossed your legs and pushed him back slightly. 

The water around you rippled softly as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

Toji was breathing harder than he wanted to admit.

You cupped his face gently, brushing damp hair away from his forehead before pressing your forehead against his.

For once he was quiet.

Just looking at you.

Your fingers traced lazily along his jaw “Thank you, ’ji,” you murmured softly.

He huffed under his breath.

“Brat.”

But his hand slid around your waist anyway, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed together in the cool water.

You leaned in first this time.

The kiss was slower than before.

His thumb brushed along your side as he kissed you back, softer now, like the fight had drained out of him.

When you pulled away he rested his forehead against yours again.

“Next time,” he muttered, voice rough “maybe warn me before you start something like that.”

You grinned. “Oh please.” Your arms slipped around his neck again “You loved it.” Toji rolled his eyes slightly.

But the small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth gave him away.

You look around the room, making sure no one is paying much attention to you. You slowly push yourself off the counter you were sitting on and start making your way out of the same door Eren walked through a minute ago, but an arm wraps around your waist from the front just as you're about to pass Satoru. Of course he would notice you walking away and stop you.

You stumble back a few steps and turn your head toward him, his eyes locking with yours. There's that cocky grin on his lips, his eyes slightly half-lidded. His cheeks are flushed from the alcohol he's been drinking all night.

His eyes scan your features before he leans in close, his lips almost brushing your ears as his warm breath hits your neck.

"Running away already? I didn't even get a drink with you."

You roll your eyes at his comment. "Calm down, Gojo. I'm just going to the bathroom." You raise your left hand and slowly stroke his arm up and down. His biceps instantly flex under your touch, making sure you feel how built he is. But oh, you know.

"Mm, need any help? You know I'm really good at helping girls out in the bathroom," he says with a smirk. His arm remains around your waist, his calloused hand making small circles on your side where your shirt has ridden up slightly. To be honest, it feels tempting. The way he looks at you, like a needy puppy, but also like the devil himself crawling out of hell. You probably would have accepted his offer, but you're on a mission. Besides, let's make him work if he wants to get you into bed so badly.

His comment almost makes you roll your eyes again, but instead you squeeze his bicep once and remove his arm from your waist with your free hand.

"What a gentleman," you say, sarcasm dripping from your voice as you give him a small smile. "Maybe later, yeah?" You reach up under his jaw, gently squeezing his cheeks together and moving his head side to side before letting go and walking away.

Satoru lets you go, but not without watching you leave, admiring the sway of your hips in your tight skirt.

Ah, yes... he's never going to give up.

You finally make your way outside the living room and walk through the small hallway. You stare at the three doors in the hallway. The one on the right is Historia's bedroom. On the left, the first one is the bathroom, the second one is the guest room.

Hm. Where would I smoke if I were Eren?

You ask yourself in your head. Eventually, you take a few steps forward and reach toward the door on the right, Historia's bedroom, since that was the closest. As your hand hovers over the doorknob, the door suddenly swings open, revealing Armin and Annie.

Oh.

So that's where they have been the whole time.

Their hair is messy, Armin's glasses were slightly sideways on his face. The three of you stare at each other for a few more seconds. Before you could observe them any closer, they gasp, both of them blush furiously, and literally slam the door shut on your face.

What. The. Fuck. Did I just saw?

Your eyes remain on the already closed door, hands still frozen in the air as try to process the things you just saw. A moment later, after you almost imagined what could have been doing and how, you just shake your head with a proud smile and turn away, heading towards the guest room instead.

"Freaky losers" You murmur to yourself with a grin.

Meanwhile Eren is actually in the guestroom. The moment he left the kitchen, his steps automatically led him into this room. The room was dark, the only light coming from the moon shining through the clear night sky, and it wasn't nearly enough. So he walked further into the room and switched on the small lamp on the other side of the bed.

Now the room was at least brighter, though not by much. It created a calm, cozy atmosphere, the kind Eren preferred when casually smoking his blunt.

He sat down on the bed and fished out the cigarette from the small plastic bag and lighted it. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaned back supporting his upper body with his elbow on the bed as he took a few puffs.

That's when you gently open the door, peeking inside, not wanting to disturb anyone if they're fucking. You feel relieved when you see no one else in the room and Eren sprawled out on the bed instead. You confidently step inside and switch on the main lights, just to mess with him.

"Look who it is." You grin widely, almost as if you won something by catching him smoking in secret. "The Eren Jaeger is doing drugs, huh?" You step further inside, closing the door behind you.

Eren jumps slightly at the sudden intrusion, quickly lowering the joint.

"Tch. The hell are you doing following me?" His green eyes narrow defensively, but there's a faint flush on his cheeks from being caught. "And yeah, so what? Mind your own business" He takes another quick drag, blowing smoke to the side.

You shake your head a bit and take a few steps closer to the bed.

"Since when? I've never seen you smoke anything."

Eren lets out a dragged-out sigh and sit its up a bit more, one hand still supporting his weight, making his arms flex. You stare at it for a second. It suddenly reminds you of the time when those same arms were gripping around your thighs making it impossible for you to close your legs, while he was devouring your pussy like a man who was starving with a fucking satisfied smile on his face. The way he was staring up at you like-

Fuck.

You snap back to reality, shaking your head and blinking a few times. You turn your gaze away, pretending to observe the curtains instead.

"Well, not all of us have that perfectly polished personality and behavioral standard you seem to carry around, sweetheart." He says as if it's a simple fact, as his eyes scanning your body.

Meanwhile, your eyes narrow slightly at his cocky and condescending remark. Obviously, you know he's this type of a person, still you can't help but feel a flicker of anger and rage going through your head whenever you hear him talking like he knows everything.

"And what now? You gonna snitch on me or something? Run back to the others and tell them what bad boy Eren's doing?" A lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He's acting casual about it.

Fuck him for being so insanely handsome, even if he's dancing on your last nerves. Even if he's the one that ghosted you and acted like nothing ever happened and continued sleeping with bunch of girls.

You raise an eyebrow at him. "And what if I will?" You ask challengingly.

Eren just scoffs at your words, though there's a hint of wariness in his expression. "You wouldn't".

He stares back at you, holding your gaze, his fingers fidgeting with the joint. He takes another long draw, the smoke drifting from his lips as he blows it out.

"You're too much of a good girl for me, to rat me out, aren't you?"

Your teeth presses together tightly when your hear him say that. Your jaw tightened visibly, which made Eren widen his smirk. He loved the effect he had on your right now. The way his words made you react so visibly, and the way you were staring at his arms before, because yeah, he did notice that too.

"You can't know that," You answer before taking a sharp inhale through your lips and exhaling as you walk a bit further inside the room. Your eyes wander around.

You've slept in this room before. Whenever the party dragged on too long. Whenever going home felt like too much effort. Historia has three guest rooms, people crash here all the time.

That's how it happened.

One night. Two weeks ago. This exact bed.

You swallow.

"Maybe I'm actually gonna snitch"

"Oh yeah?" Eren watches you pace as he taps ashes into an empty soda can nearby. "Then why'd you follow me up here instead of just yelling for Mikasa right away?" He leans forward now, elbows resting on his knees, joint dangling between his fingers.

You're facing away from him, staring at some stupid flower decoration on the shelf when you hear him talk. He's right though. You could have snitch as soon as you saw him leave the kitchen with that little plastic bag. You could have told Mikasa, - he's stepsister, who would protect him even from a fly - just to see him get scolded by her.

"You don't give a shit about me smoking, do you?" His voice lowers slightly. "You followed me here for another reason, baby."

"As if" You scoff, turning around. "Just wanted to make sure if you really doing what I thought you are doing."

Although, deep down you know he is right. Of course, checking on him wasn't the only your only reason, but hoping that you could repeat the night you can't forget till this day.

Eren exhales sharply, almost laughing. "Sure, sure"

"So now you know. What're you gonna do about it?" He tilts his head, green eyes glinting with amusement. "Join me? Lecture me? Or just... watch?"

"I don't think lecturing is ever gonna work, especially on you." You say studying him as he takes another drag.

"Smart girl" Eren chuckles lowly, then pats the empty space next to him, motioning for you. "Then just sit, will you? You're makin' me dizzy with all that pacing."

You glare towards him with a skeptical look on your face for a few second, then you decide to listen to him and walk to the bed and sit down leaving a good amount of space between you too. Not wanting to look so desperate, but to Eren you already looked like you would fold at any given moment.

"Good girl," He purrs, the word rolling off his tounge a little too naturally. Then he notices the distance you've kept between the two of you. "You don't have to stay way over there, you know" His gaze flicks to your face, a brow arching.

"I don't bite."

Your brows twitch. "Don't get so ahead of yourself. I won't fold at your words so easily."

Eren laughs at your response, clearly unconvinced.

"Don't be so grumpy now. I just said you could sit closer." He leans closer to you, close enough for you to slap him if you wanted to, but not close enough to invade your personal space. His eyes rakes over your face, studying your expression. "And last time I checked, you didn't mind my words when I had you face down on the pillow." He pats the pillow that was lying by the headboard of the bed.

You almost choke on your own spit at that, and you snap your head toward him, only to see him smiling satisfied by his words.

"You're a fucking asshole, Jaeger" You scoff and cross your arms in front of your chest. "That was a huge mistake. Should've never happen at all."

Lies. Lies. Lies.

You just don't want him thinking he can have you whenever he wants. Even if part of you knows he probably could. So you try your hardest to seem to be nonchalant about that topic, but you're failing visibly.

"Mistake, huh?" He takes a last drag from his joint while eyeing you thoughtfully, then he stubs it out in the empty soda can. After that he turns his gaze back to you, he stares at you, taking in your body, the way your clothes hugs your body. He sees the way your skirt rode up a little in your thighs.

"I think you're bluffing." He inches a little closer, his voice dropping slightly, almost mocking. "I think I can crack you, given the chance."

"Jesus... How can you talk like that? You have a fucking dirty mouth, Jaeger." You glance at him with a tired expression with eyebrows furrowed. You kick his leg by moving your left leg sideways, but not hard enough to hurt.

As your leg swings making contact with his he reaches out and grab onto your knee, giving it a light squeeze. Eren snickers at the kick, clearly not fazed by it.

"Hey, hey. Be nice."

He grins and his hands reaches around, under your knee and gives a playful tug, pulling you closer until your thigh brushes against his leg.

You could already feel your body reacting to his touch.

The way he squeezed your knee and tugged you a little closer sent a wave of heat through your body that definitely shouldn't have felt this intense. Your skin felt warmer where his hand rested, like his touch had somehow burned straight through the fabric.

But you didn't pull away.

Hell, a part of you almost wished he would pull you even closer, drag you around like a damn ragdoll if he wanted to.

Your stomach tightened slightly, a nervous flutter mixing with the warmth spreading through you. It was frustrating how easily your body reacted to something as simple as his touch, like your nerves had decided to betray you without asking

"And what's wrong with having a dirty mouth, Leah? Not used to it by now?" His gaze locks on yours.

Just as you were about to answer the door suddenly cracks open just slightly. You instantly slide away from Eren, creating an appropriate distance between you two. Although you could still feel the radiation at your knee from the way he held it.

Eren lets out an annoyed sigh as you pull away from him, he is about to protest when the door opens fully and Mikasa steps in.

"Tch. Speak of the devil." He murmurs as he hides his mouth by rubbing his face.

Mikasa raises an eyebrow as she glances back and forth between you two.

"What are you idiots doing in here?"

You look at Mikasa and give her a reasurring smile "We were just talking, Mika. We will be downstairs in a second."

Mikasa narrows her eyes at you both for a moment, clearly suspicious, she stares at your for a few second, as if asking silently if everything is okay. You notice the silent communication she creates with you and nod your head ever so slightly. When she sees it, she doesn't question anymore, trusting you, and decides to let it go.

Eren, on the other hand, rolls his eyes, shifting his position on the bed to look more casual.

"Yeah, we won't be long." He gives you a sidelong glance.

As soon as Mikasa closes the door, you turn your head and glare at him. "You idiot, making us look suspicious!"

"Oh, we look suspicious?" Eren answers almost boredly, unfazed, leaning back on his elbows "You're the one who stormed in here like a detective on a raid. I was minding my own business."

You let out a long sigh getting tired of this long-ass conversation without anything actually happening. Without commenting on his last sentence you stand up. You fix your skirt and glance at him from your shoulder.

"I think we should go downstairs. Mikasa is probably worried about you, and also the girl whose neck you were literally eating a few hours ago. Also, I promised Satoru to get drink with him.."

Eren glances at the door, then back at you, voice dropping just a notch.

"Tch" He scoffs. "Stalker much?"

"No actually. You just seemed to make out right next to the kitchen door. Even if I wouldn't want to acknowledge it, I did." You answer as you walk to one of the wardrobes that has a big ass mirror on it, so you could fix your hair and check your makeup if it's messy or not.

You see Eren through the mirror as his eyes bore into your back. He stayed silent for a second, not really wanting to drag the topic any longer. Then he tilts his head watching you brush the knots out of your hair with your hands to make it look better. "Saturo?" He snorts. "Please. He's a joke. And an absolute disgusting simp for you." He almost say it annoyed. Like it's bothering him.

You can't help but smirk when you hear his tone. So he does care after all...  and you already planned how you're going to use it against him.

"Don't be so rude now." You turn around after you make sure you look good. "Satoru is fuckboy, but he does know how to be a gentleman."

"Really now?" He props his chin on one hand, watching you with his signature lazy half-lidded and bored gaze. Clearly, he doesn't have any interest of talking about Satoru right now.

"Really. He offered to help me out in the bathroom. Think I should accept it?" You ask looking at him.

His jaws clench visibly. He doesn't smile now like before, when things were about teasing the hell out of you. "I dunno, you tell me." He shrugs.

"What if I want to?"

At that Eren lets out a scoff, his head tilts sideways, eyes scanning the room around a bit before it settles back right on you.

"Then I guess you're more of a mess than I thought." His voice is low. "But let's be real..." green eyes locked onto yours. "You don't want Satoru. You came up here because of me. You stayed... because of me."

A moment of silent passes.

"So if you're gonna play games... at least be honest about who you're really playing with."

It somehow makes you satisfied that you got a reaction like that out of him. "That's for me to know and for you... to find out." You smirk, already walking towards the door and grabbing the doorknob with your hand.

"Always running." He mutters, more to himself than to you. He runs a hand through his hair, the movement quick and irritable. "Predictable."

"Oh come on. You like some challenge, aren't you? I'll give it to you. See you downstairs, yeah?" You flash a smile then open the door.

Eren narrows his eyes slightly as you open the door, his gaze following you with a knowing glint.

"Yeah... see you downstairs." He runs a hand through his hair, his usual lazy expression tinged with the slightest hint of irritation at your retreating figure.

After a few seconds, he pushes off the bed, a mix of irritation, desire, and a strange sense of anticipation at the challenge you dropped.

Meanwhile, you already making your way towards the kitchen, hoping to still find some drink and a slice of the birthday cake, because you didn't get to have a bite from that due to your little adventure. On your way, you still think about your conversation with Eren.

And Eren? He's mind is racing too:

She thinks I don't notice. She's terrible at hiding it. And she really thinks she followed me up here because of the joint. Please...

She came up here because she wanted to see if I'd look at her the same way I used to.

I do.

That's the problem.

I still remember the way she sounded. The way she grabbed onto me like she'd lose balance otherwise. The way she looked at me after, like she hated that she didn't regret it.

And now she's standing there talking about Satoru.

Satoru?...

That bleach-haired clown thinks he has a chance?

He's loud. Flashy. Tries too hard.

I don't try at all and she still came up here.

She's poking. Testing. Waiting for me to snap.

She wants a reaction. She got one.

But I won't give her the satisfaction of begging. That's not how this works.

Let her walk downstairs. Let her laugh with Satoru. Let her pretend she doesn't want this.

Let's see who she'll follow at the end of the night.

You step inside the kitchen, there's only a few people now, everbody is gathered in the living room drinking, dancing and just simply having fun. You walk towards the counter and stare at the left over cake. Luckily, you still have a chance to taste it, so you grab a plastic plate and a fork form the side and serve yourself a cake. You turn around leaning back againts the counter and have a bite from it.

A few moments later Gojo approaches you with his typical confident stride, a lopsided grin plastered on his face. He props himself against the counter next to you, arms crossing over his chest as he glances over.

"There you are. I thought you got lost or something. Been looking all over for you."

"Ahh, did you now?" You smile as you have another bite from the cake, but the frosting of the cake makes contact with the corner of your mouth. Gladly, Satoru notices it.

He reaches upwards to your face, palm gently cradling the side of your face. The sudden contact makes you freeze slightly, your eyes shifting sideways to look at him. He chuckles at your expression then he moves his thumb, wiping the bit of frosting from your face before pulling his hand away.

"Well.." You start speaking turning your head towards him. "Thanks-" Only to see him licking the frosting off his thumb.

This motherfucker.

Satoru just smirk like he's enjoying the reactions he's getting out from you.

"So," he said casually like he didn't do anything" You disappeared suddenly. Where'd you go?"

"I had to fix my hair and makeup in the bathroom." You lie smoothly as you take a last bite from the cake before placing it on the counter behind you. It was just too sweet for you in the moment to eat a whole slice. "I'm here now." You smile at him.

He leans in a bit, voice dropping with playful sarcasm. "Right. Hair and makeup took you twenty minutes? Must've been some serious touch-up." He's swirling the drink in his hand before taking a sip. "Or did you just go hide from the party?"

"That too... the noise was too much for me. But now I'm kinda feeling it" You shrug your shoulders a bit.

Satoru chuckles at your excuse, his smirk softening into a lazy grin. "Too noisy for Miss Social Butterfly? That's a first."

He leans back against the counter, taking another sip of his drink before eyeing you up and down with a teasing glint. "And now you're feeling it, huh?" He raises an eyebrow. "What did you do upstairs, take a shot of espresso or something?"

Before you can answer Satoru, Eren steps into the kitchen, his gaze lands on you and Satoru, and his expression darkens slightly, though he quickly schools it into a nonchalant smile.

"Hey."

His voice is calm, almost too calm. He moves to the counter, grabbing a beer from the fridge and popping it open before leaning against it, a few feet away from you and Satoru.

You see it so clearly. He's observing isn't he? Trying to see if you would actually back down and not play along little? That piercing gaze he has, only wants to make you fuck around just a little bit more.

"Lets dance." You say suddenly with a smile as you grab Satoru's hand and guide him to the living room. But not without giving a look back to Eren. The type that said "if you want me, come get me".

Eren's jaw tightens the second you take Satoru's hand, his green eyes narrowing as he watches you lead him away. His fingers flex around the beer bottle, knuckles whitening.

But he doesn't move - not yet.

Instead, he takes a sip from his beer, watching your hips sway as you walk off with that knowing look in your eyes.

The challenge is clear. And Eren Jaeger was never one to back down from a fight.

He crushes the empty beer can then lazily throws it into the sink and pushes off the counter - following at a leisurely pace like a predator who knows its prey isn't going anywhere.

You dance with Gojo. Your arms lazily wrapped around his neck while you smoothly sway your hips at the beat of the music

Satoru has a goofy grin on his face as he dances with you, clearly enjoying the atmosphere. His hands rest loosely at your hips as he watches you move to the music.

"You look so fucking sexy right now." Satoru whispers againts your ear, hands gripping you hips. "I could eat you up right now."

"Yeah?" You breath out againts his neck. "Then why aren't you?"

"Don't tempt me." He almost growls, pulling you closer, so your bodies are pressed together now.

Eren, on the other hand, is anything but oblivious. He watches you both from across the room, his eyes dark and focused, following every movement you make with a mix of irritation and growing hunger.

You glance at Eren for a second, you can't help but smirk at his almost grumpy expression. Then you turn gaze away from him and stare back up at Satoru. You grab one of his hand from your hips only to guide it down to your ass. Oh, and he wastes no damn time to grip on it hard and pull your lower body even closer to his. So close that you feel something poking your stomach.

You gasp and almost wince at the way he roughly pulls you closer.

Eren's jaw clenches, eyes blazing as he watches you press into Satoru, guiding his hands exactly where you want them. The smirk on your face? For him. A challenge wrapped in smoke and sway.

And Eren's done waiting.

Without breaking eye contact with your dancing from, he takes one slow step forward. Then another. The music fades into background noise as he cuts through the crowd like a storm with a single target.

You're still grinding against Saturo, whispering something against his neck, but Eren sees the way your pulse jumps when you notice him closing in.

"Touchy today," he murmurs, voice low enough only you can hear it as he stops inches behind you. His hands lands on both side of your hip; hot, possessive. Then slowly drags up your side while keeping his burning gaze locked onto Saturo. "Mind if I cut in?"

"Why cut in?" You turn your head to look up at him with a smirk.

"You can just join right here..." You pull on Eren's hands so now he's pressed up against your back.

So there you were. Dancing in the middle of the crowded living room sandwhiched between Saturo and Eren. And you fucking loved every second of it.

Eren smirks, a dangerous glint in his eye as he lets you pull him flush against your back. His hand slides up to your throat -lightly, possessively- while the other travels around your waist and stops right under your stomach, pulling on you. He leans down, breath hot against your ear.

"Bold move," he murmurs, "playing with both of us."

In front of you, Saturo grins. His hands still on your ass, squeezing it hard once, while his lips leaves small kisses right above your ear.

"This cool with you, Jaeger? Or are we about to start World War III?"

Eren doesn't look at him. His eyes stay locked forward on the way you're smirking like you've already won.

And damn it... he hates that he loves it.

Honestly, Eren wouldn't normally do something like this if he were completely sober. Not that he's wildly drunk or high right now. But the earlier joint, the alcohol, and the warmth and movement of your body against his had stirred something inside him.

And the fact that Satoru is only centimeters away from him, pressed against the front of your body, drives him a little crazy.

He doesn't want Satoru touching you, he wants to be the only one touching you. And yet...

Yet there's this strange feeling stirring inside him, something he can't quite explain. Something about the whole situation that only makes him harder, even though he doesn't fully understand why.

But he wants it.

"Tch." He rolls his eyes but pulls you tighter against him, "Just don't get in my way."

Then, with slow intent he drags his lips along the shell of your ear.

"Move for me," he growls

You bite down on your lips at his touch and you do as you're told and you grind back againts him. But you also pull on Gojo by bringing your hands up by his chest and grab onto his collar to get him pressed up againts you at the front.

The air between the three of you crackles, heat, tension, something dangerously close to a game neither boy meant to start, but you still got them both wrapped around your finger, and now there's no backing down from neither of them.

Jean lets out a low breath as you pull him flush against your front, his hands instinctively tightening on your hips. He's warm, hard in all the right places... but it's Eren behind you, the one whose possessive grip rides up your side again, whose teeth now graze your shoulder through your shirt.

"Greedy," Eren breaths into the curve of your neck, "but I like it."

You grin at his comment. You're fucking loving this shit. It might be actually the best day off your life.

Then you wrap one of your arms around Eren's neck behind you. The other around Satoru's neck.

You turn to glance at Eren with a smirk and a knowing look. Then you bring Gojo closer to you and kiss him on the lips.

As Satoru felt you pulling him closer, he was already leaning in too, and kissed your lips. Satoru kissed you - at first gently, as if he were testing how you'd react. But the moment he felt your eagerness, the way you leaned into it instead of pulling away, he stopped holding back. One of his hands slid up to cradle your face, his thumb resting just in front of your ear while the rest of his fingers tangled into your hair.

His breath carried a faint minty coolness, and his lips were unbelievably soft. You wonder why didn't you let him do this sooner. Well, now you regret it, because this man surely knows how to make someone melt. Your hand that was holding onto the back of his neck is now traveling up to grab onto his white, soft hair, grabbing a handful of it.

He nips at your bottom lip, and who are you to deny it? Your lips part and you let his tounge slip right past you lips and taste you.

The moment your lips meet Satoru's, Eren lets out a low, dangerous sound- half growl, half laugh - like he's watching something he both hates and loves.

His hand at your throat tightens just slightly, possessive and warm as he watches you Gojo pushing his tounge deeper into your mouth right in front of him. But instead of pulling you away... he leans in closer, his breath hot on your neck, his hips rolling against yours with slow intent.

"Kiss him all you want," he murmurs against your skin, voice rough with challenge. "But you feel that?" He grinds back against you harder.

"This cock? This is what you going to take it in you." Then with a smirk he bites down gently on your shoulder.

You pull away from the kiss with Satoru, you're panting slightly as you stare up at him. He looks so fucking hot. Lips parted, eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed and his hair is even messier now from your hand.

You turn your head, now looking up at Eren behind you. Fuck, he's so beautiful. His green eyes stares right into yours. You can almost see the desire and impatience behind them. Then you pull on his neck that was still wrapped arounf him, and bring his lips into contact with yours.

The kiss is a little aggressive, almost like Eren is trying to make you feel just how long he's been waiting for this since you stepped into his room.

His tongue moves gently against yours - God, your whole body tingles when his hand slides to the back of your neck and tightens slightly against your temple.

He deepens the kiss even more, your tongues practically battling each other over who's the one in control.

It had always been a bit of a game between you and Eren.

After a few moments, he pulls back slightly - but only enough so he can speak, while your lips still brush softly against each other, a thin string of saliva connecting them.

"Greedy," he repeats, voice rougher this time. "You want it all, don't you?"

He grins - a cocky, dangerous grin - and grips your hip hard.

"You want both of us."

"Yeah... I do" You don't deny it. Why would you? It's too far now to protest or deny anything that just happened. So you just say what you actually want and  grin againts his lips.

But your mind is still wavering between what's right and what's wrong. The little angel on your right shoulder whispers that you should stop this now, people could see what's happening, they could notice the two of you going up to a room together. You shouldn't be doing this.

Meanwhile, that sly little devil keeps murmuring in your ear: do it, do it. All three of you want this. You want it too. Think about the pleasure, about how complete it would make you feel...

And in the end, he wins. Because of the way Eren stands behind you, the way his body warms yours, the way you can feel his hardness pressed against your ass, the way his hands hold your body like he never wants to let you go.

And Satoru - standing there in front of you, looking down at you with those beautiful blue eyes, that teasing, dangerously handsome smile that can sweep any woman off her feet. The way his hands rest on your hips, tightening around them every now and then.

You can't resist it.

That's it... this is what you want.

"Why dont we... take this upstairs?" You smile seductively at both of them.

Eren and Satoru exchange a look at your suggestion, their eyes darkening in unison. Both of them so horny right now, and wants to fuck you senseless that even if they doesn't really like each other, they don't fucking care.

They just want to see you in all the sinful position ever existed. Want to see your hole sucking in their cock. Want to see your pretty, juicy and pouty lips wrapped around their cock.

They want to fucking destroy you.

Satoru is the first one to speak, his voice rough with restrained desire. "Upstairs, huh?" He smiles crookedly before leaning in and pressing a kiss just below your ear. "I'm game if Eren is."

Eren's grip on your neck tightens, and his gaze is heavy and hot when he looks at you again. "Lead the way."

With that being said the three of you made your way to the nearest empty guestroom. You were so horny, you didn't even look around if anyone noticed. You could care less. You just want to be manhandled by these man.

The guest room door clicks shut behind you, muffling the bass from downstairs. Moonlight spills through the blinds, painting silver stripes across the floor as Eren flicks on a dim lamp.

As you step through the door, Satoru is the first to pull you toward him by the waist. Your back practically bumps into his chest. His hands are already on you - one of them slowly but roughly slides up your stomach all the way to the underside of your breasts, your top riding up with the motion, while his other hand curls around your neck. He leans into your neck and immediately bites down hard.

You let out a soft moan and gasp, your hands gripping his arm.

"Get ready," he murmurs. "This is going to be the best night of your life."

Within moments, Eren is standing in front of you, a smug smile on his face.

"I'm going to fuck you so well..." he says as he slowly raises his hands and cups your face with them. "You'll be begging me not to stop."

It feels like the calm before a storm.

Your heart is pounding, adrenaline rushing through you, your blood pressure probably skyrocketing. You've never done anything like this before. A small amount of hesitation still lingers inside you. Honestly, you don't even know what's going to happen.

But you're far too wet, far too sensitive down there, and you want their touch too badly.

Then suddenly Eren kisses you.

Rough and hungry, your teeth nearly clashing.

Eren begins pushing you backward, forcing you to take a few steps back. Satoru follows as he continues working at your neck.

You reach the edge of the bed. Satoru steps aside, and Eren pushes you down onto it. You fall back, catching yourself on your elbows as you look up at them.

The look in their eyes - the hunger, the way they look like they could devour you - is indescribable.

"Now..." Satoru begins as he steps closer to you. He leans down so the two of you are at eye level. Then he bends over you, bracing himself with both hands on either side of you.

"Take off your top. And your bra."

And you do it without any backtalk.

Your hands move almost automatically, like you've been given a command. You slip out of your top and toss it somewhere onto the floor. Your hands move behind you to undo your bra, but Satoru is far too impatient. One of his hands already reaches behind your back and unhooks it with practiced ease in a split second.

Then his hands slide down your back, gently, carefully. With his strong, muscular arms he wraps around your waist and lifts you slightly, moving you farther onto the bed so you're sitting in the middle of it.

Meanwhile, Eren has long since taken off his shirt, he's only wearing his pants now. He walks around the bed and climbs onto it behind you from the edge. His hands glide along your sides.

Then he leans back against the headboard and pulls you onto him by the waist. Your back falls against Eren's warm, muscular body. You can literally feel his heartbeat against your back.

His hands reach forward and remove the already unhooked bra from you. So now you're sitting between Eren's legs, leaning back against him with your upper body completely bare.

Satoru crawls closer, his hands immediately pulling your skirt down, which you help with by lifting your hips.

Eren's hands close around your breasts, gently starting to massage them while he leaves small, soft kisses along the back of your neck.

You can't do anything but lose yourself in the feeling. Your lips part slightly as you let out a quiet little moan.

One of Eren's hands slides up along your chest, over your neck and your chin, and then his thumb brushes against your lower lip.

"Where did all that big talk go, hm?" You can practically hear the sarcasm and smugness in his voice. "I thought you weren't going to give in so easily."

"Fuck-" you start to say, but his index and middle fingers slide into your mouth.

"Shh... you're prettier when you're not talking," he replies as he begins moving his fingers gently inside your mouth.

You let out a soft humming sound as your lips wrap around his fingers and your tongue brushes against them.

After tossing your skirt aside, Satoru begins kissing your stomach. His warm breath against your skin sends butterflies straight through your insides.

You watch him as he kisses his way down from your stomach all the way to your underwear.

When he gets there, he lowers his head between your legs, right to your panties where your pussy is hidden beneath the fabric. He's teasing you... you know it.

He grips your knee from underneath and pushes it up toward your upper body, spreading your legs slightly, his forearm pressing firmly against your thigh so you can't move it away or close them.

His breath is almost hot against your pussy. And you're so desperate, you need it so badly by now that you try to lift your hips just to make contact with his mouth.

Satoru grins at the movement as he glances up at you.

"Tch, baby," he murmurs, pressing a tiny, barely-there kiss against your covered center, then he slaps your clit with his right hand lightly. "Patience is a virtue."

He leaves a few more soft kisses there, before finally dragging his tongue slowly from your entrance up to your clit through the fabric of your panties.

At that, your eyes nearly roll back. Your pussy is practically throbbing from the contact, and you whimper as you accidentally bite down on Eren's fingers in your mouth.

Eren hisses softly, though not in real pain. He pulls his fingers from your mouth and gives your cheek a light slap.

"We don't bite, do we?" he says, then cups your face in his hand and turns your head to the side so he can claim your lips in a hungry, passionate kiss. The kiss between you is wet and sloppy, your lips almost melting together while saliva only deepens the heat of it.

Meanwhile Satoru slides your panties aside.

"Fuck, Y/N... you have such a beautiful pussy," Satoru murmurs before pressing a kiss to your clit.

The sensation makes you moan straight into Eren's mouth, and Satoru uses both hands to spread your outer lips apart before drawing your clit into his mouth and beginning to suck gently.

Satoru sucks gently at your clit, soft, messy sounds coming from between your legs. Then his tongue drags lower, all the way down to your entrance, where he almost seems to make out with you there. His lips feel so good against you that it makes your head spin, and little moans slip from your mouth.

Satoru hums against you, the vibration making your body tremble as he keeps going, eating you out like it's his last meal, like he's the one getting all the pleasure from it instead of you.

Sounds keep slipping from your lips without your control, and Eren keeps almost kissing them away from you.

Then, as if Eren and Satoru share the same mind, Eren reaches down under your knee and lifts your leg higher, giving Satoru easier access. A small sigh and gasp escape you, and in response he pushes his tongue into your mouth, tasting you deeply, almost wildly. 

Satoru pulls back for a moment and wets his middle finger with his tongue. At first he just teases you with it, circling your clit, then slowly tracing around your entrance as if gathering your slickness.

Then he finally pushes his middle finger inside you.

Eren breaks the kiss and leans back slightly, watching as Satoru's finger sinks deeper into you.

You take shaky breaths, soft whimpers slipping out of you as Satoru moves his finger in and out of you. Then he curls it slightly, the motion brushing almost perfectly against your G-spot. Your head falls back against Eren's shoulder as a fragile moan escapes your lips.

"Yes... that's it... such a good girl, baby," Eren whispers into your ear, his teeth grazing the edge of it lightly. He grunts softly as he watches you getting fingered by Satoru, it makes his already rockhard cock twitch againts your backside.

"Fuck..." Satoru mutters under his breath as he watches the way your pussy throbs around his finger, more slickness spilling from you.

For a few minutes the same kind of "torture" continues. They're being so gentle... while you're craving something rougher, something more intense.

"Please... more..." you finally moan. "Rougher... please..."

At that, Satoru's eyes almost light up as he glances up at you.

"Yeah, sweetheart? Rougher?" he asks, still moving his finger inside you. "What do you want rougher?"

His gaze drags over you slowly. "You want us to fuck you?"

All you can do is pant and nod again and again. "Yes... please... I want it so bad..."

At this, Satoru and Eren exchange a glance. There's a dangerous little look in their eyes when they hear your words.

Eren's lips curl into a slight smile. "Alright then," he says calmly. "Wet us up, baby."

Satoru's grin only grows wider at that, raising hismself up to his hand and slaps your bare and wet pussy a few times, then he slowly pulls away from you and takes a crawls back until he reaches the edge of the bed. Eren does the same, but not before taking your hand and gently pulling you along with him.

You end up sitting at the edge of the bed while the two men stand in front of you.

Without breaking eye contact, both of them start unbuttoning their pants. The slow, deliberate movements make your stomach tighten with anticipation. They slide their pants down, along with their boxers.

Both of their cocks spring free the moment the fabric drops.

Holy fucking shit.

Your eyes drift from one to the other-right, then left, right, then left-almost in disbelief at the sight of them standing there in front of you. Sitting between them like this, with both of them fully hard, sends a wave of heat straight through your body. Caught in front of the two of them like this, you feel small, like a rabbit standing between two hungry wolves.

You swallow softly, clearly turned on by the view. But you don't hesitate.

Your hands reach forward, wrapping around them carefully, starting to stroke them slowly.

Satoru lets out a low breath, almost like a relieved sigh, as if he's finally getting something he's been craving for a long time.

Eren hisses softly under his breath. He's so sensitive already, so worked up that the feeling makes his stomach tighten. The tip of his cock is flushed a deep red, painfully sensitive from how aroused he is.

So you lean forward first toward Eren.

Your tongue slowly drags along the underside of his cock, starting from the base and sliding all the way up to the tip in one careful motion.

Eren's hand immediately moves into your hair, gripping it gently as he holds you there.

Just as you're about to take Eren fully into your mouth, Satoru suddenly grabs your face under the chin and turns it toward him.

"Hey," he murmurs with a crooked grin. "Spit on mine first."

You blink for a second at the request, but in the end you don't resist. Without arguing, you lean slightly toward him and spit onto the tip of his cock.

Satoru's shaft twitches faintly at the warmth, and you begin to spread it with slow, gentle strokes of your hand, moving up and down while your fingers glide over the slickness.

Then you turn back to Eren.

This time you take him fully into your mouth, your lips wrapping around him while your tongue carefully traces along the underside of his cock, brushing over that sensitive spot just beneath the tip.

Both men let out low sounds almost at the same time.

Your hand continues working Satoru slowly, your fingers moving in small circles near the head of his cock while your thumb rubs the sensitive spot beneath it.

Meanwhile, you begin taking Eren deeper and deeper into your mouth. The more you move, the more saliva gathers, making everything wetter, slicker. Some of it even slips past your lips, trailing down the side of your mouth.

"So fucking pretty.." Eren's grip tightens slightly in your hair as he starts guiding the rhythm of your movements, gently helping you move along his cock. "Doing so good, baby."

You whimper around his cock from the praise and eventually you take him deep enough that the tip presses against the back of your throat, triggering a small gag reflex.

"Fuck..." He moans out. His jaw tightens and a deep groan escapes him.

After a moment he releases your hair, and you pull back, breathing deeply as you catch your breath. Your cheeks are flushed now, your lips swollen and glistening with saliva.

Then, almost instinctively, you turn toward Satoru to give him the same attention.

"Thought you forgot about me for a second." Satoru says with a cocky smirk, as his hand reaches to your cheeks from under your jaw, gently stroking you with his thumb.

"How could I?" You answer with a ragged breath and a small smile on your lips.

Your hand continues stroking Eren in slow, circular motions, as you begin lowering your mouth onto Satoru as well, gradually taking more of him each time.

It feels like Satoru might even be a little bigger than Eren - but you keep that thought to yourself. Both of them are big enough to make your mind wander for a moment, a fleeting thought crossing your mind about just how overwhelming it would feel if both of them were inside you at once.

After you've given both of them equal attention, Satoru takes hold of your hair and gently pulls you away from him, the movement leaving you with the strange feeling of being almost suctioned off, like you had to peel yourself away.

Eren is the first to lean down and kiss you again. His hands come up around your neck as he deepens the kiss, and he can almost taste the remnants of what you'd just done lingering on your lips.

When he finally pulls back, Satoru leans in next, almost impatiently, eager to claim his turn. With him, the taste of you and the taste of himself mix together between your mouths as he lightly bites your lower lip. Slowly, he begins guiding you backward until your back presses against the blankets on the bed.

After that, Satoru shifts away slightly. Eren straightens, his voice sounding different now - lower, sharper - his gaze fixed on you in a way that feels almost strict as he finishes pushing his pants down the rest of the way.

"Turn onto all fours," he says.

And you do.

You do it because the whole situation has you shaken to your core, because you're so overwhelmed with need and anticipation that you want it, want it so badly that it almost feels inevitable. So you obey without a word.

And it's strange. Really strange. Because earlier you had been so defiant, so ready to snap back at him, ready to insist that his words didn't affect you at all.

But now that it's actually happening, now that the moment is real, your legs nearly tremble just from the way he looks at you while speaking those words.

Your body reacts faster than your mind can even fully process what's happening. Before your thoughts can catch up, you're already turning around without hesitation.

You end up on all fours, your hips lifted slightly while your chest presses, along your arms against the bed. Eren moves behind you, while Satoru kneels down in front of you.

What you still don't understand is how they seem to communicate without saying anything at all, some silent understanding passing between them about what they're about to do.

But you don't question it. You just feel it.

Eren's hands glide over your hips and the curve of your backside, gripping firmly at the soft flesh of your hips and thighs before giving you a quick smack that makes you jolt slightly. You don't scream, just a soft, startled sound escapes you.

"Look at you," he growls, "offering yourself like you don't know what we're gonna do to you."

Meanwhile, Satoru kneels in front of you and reaches for your chin, lifting your face up. Automatically, you push yourself up a little on your hands and look up at him.

"You better not look away," he murmurs, "not when I'm about to make you moan into my cock."

"Open up, baby. Let me feel that pretty mouth."

You confidently open your mouth and stick out your tongue, welcoming Satoru back into your mouth as if this were something you were meant to do all along, because right now, it is. At the same time, Eren grabs your thigh and spreads your legs wider, which makes a gasp slip from your lips.

Satoru grips your hair more roughly now, guiding you as his length slides in and out of your mouth.

Eren grabs your ass cheeks and spreads you open a little more so he can see your hole and pussy better. He leans forward and lets a bit of spit fall, a small drop landing right on your hole. The sudden sensation makes you flinch slightly, not expecting it.

He wraps his hand around his cock and lines up behind you, using the moisture to guide himself as he slowly begins pushing into you. Gradually - little by little- he moves in and out, easing deeper each time until his cock is kissing your cervix.

Your body trembles as soft moans escape you with every movement. The vibrations travel through Satoru, making him growl quietly as he tightens his grip in your hair and begins moving more firmly against your mouth.

Eren doesn't wait much longer. He starts thrusting into you, slow at first, letting you adjust. Then his hands grip your waist on both sides, his fingers pressing into your skin as he holds you tighter and begins moving with more strength, thrusting into you rougher. The sounds of your bodies meeting fill the room.

As the rhythm builds, your whole body starts moving with it, while Satoru's movements push deeper into your mouth as well.

You feel completely overwhelmed by it all. You've never experienced anything like this before, it almost feels like you've slipped into another world. Your hair is messy, your cheeks flushed, and saliva keeps slipping from the corner of your mouth. Tears begin to gather in your eyes as Eren moves behind you in steady, powerful motions, while Satoru holds your hair and continues guiding you, murmuring soft praise about how beautiful you look and how well you're doing.

It's simply too much.

And before you can stop it, tears start slipping down your face.

Satoru suddenly pulls you off him and lifts your chin so you're forced to look at him.

"You're cryin'?" he says, a deeply satisfied smile spreading across his face.

"Aww. Poor baby," Eren's voice comes from behind you. Then he leans forward, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you upright onto your knees while continuing to move behind you. "Too much?"

Satoru moves closer to you, practically sandwiching you between the two of them again, just like on the dance floor. Eren grabs both of your arms and pulls them behind your back, holding them there with one hand. His other hand reaches forward to your chest, where he starts kneading your breast, gently rolling your nipple between two fingers.

"Fuck... I... so... good..." you try to speak instead of just moaning, but you can barely get the words out because it feels too good.

Satoru cups your face in one hand and kisses you roughly. With his other hand, he guides his cock down to where you and Eren are already connected, then drags the tip of it along your clit. He begins rubbing himself against you, slow circular motions at first, then pressing a little firmer against your clit.

"Could you take me in too, baby?" he whispers against your lips before kissing you again. "Hm? Could you do that for me?"

Goosebumps spread across your skin, and a shiver runs down from your neck along your spine. Taking Satoru too... You hesitate for a moment, a little nervous, afraid you might actually split apart from something like that—but you know you won't. And you're so curious... so lost in the pleasure already that you'd probably let them do anything.

Satoru notices the way you hesitate, the way you don't answer immediately, like you're trying to find the right response in your head.

"Just the tip," Satoru says, positioning himself where Eren is already inside you. Eren slows down, giving him space in case he wants to slide in as well.

In the end, you nod.

"Just... yeah. Just the tip."

Satoru smiles. "Good girl. You're such a good fucking girl, baby," he murmurs while leaving small kisses on your lips, the corners of your mouth, and your chin. Then he slowly begins pressing the tip of his cock in beside Eren.

The sensation is intense - almost painful - but with how wet you are, it slides in more easily than you expected, at least enough for the tip to fit.

You whimper softly, trying to steady your breathing while both of them are inside you. Satoru and Eren both groan under their breath; the feeling is different for them now too, tighter, and incredibly good.

Eren starts moving again, and now Satoru does too. Eren's hand slips down from your breast to your clit, where he begins rubbing slow circles.

Satoru moves as well, and despite saying it would only be the tip, he gradually starts sliding a little deeper inside you.

You're seeing stars at this point. That familiar pressure begins to build low in your stomach, and your breathing grows faster.

Eren leans down and bites lightly at the skin where your neck meets your shoulder. "Fuck... you're clenching... gonna cum?"

One of Satoru's hands rests on your hip while the other cups your face, kissing along your cheek. "Come, baby... come on our cock. Milk 'em with that pretty pussy."

They both start thrusting a little harder now, chasing the feeling. You can't hold on anymore. Everything is too much - the sensation, the intensity - and when you finally come, it feels like your whole body explodes with it.

Your head drops forward onto Satoru's shoulder as a broken cry tears from your throat, the pleasure so overwhelming that tears stream down your face.

Satoru grips the back of your neck, holding you steady. "Yes... oh fuck... that's it... let it out, baby."

"That's it—oh, fuck, yeah," Eren groans, tightening his grip on your arms behind your back as he starts moving harder again, just like Satoru. They're chasing their own release now.

A few seconds later they finish too, their breathing heavy and deep as they spill inside you, both of them groaning and cursing under their breath at how good it feels.

Eventually their movements slow. The room fills with nothing but deep, ragged breathing.

Carefully, they pull out of you, but they keep holding you upright, because the moment they move away your legs nearly give out.

They help you lie down properly on the bed while you're still almost in shock from everything that just happened.

Satoru and Eren stay beside you until you manage to collect yourself again. They help clean you up, wiping you down before taking care of themselves as well.