A destination to find in the chaos

your boyfriend was always jealous of satoru.

always watching you two with narrowed eyes, asking too many questions, starting fights over shit that never even happened.

“i know how guys think,” he’d spit, eyes flaring when you bent over near satoru. “there’s no way he’s not trying to fuck you.”

and you? you just laughed it off. called him paranoid. said satoru was harmless.

because you knew satoru. he didn’t even like you like that. you could be bent over in a miniskirt or ass out in lingerie and satoru would just throw a fry at your head and call you a dumbass.

except… then satoru started fucking with him.

he made it obvious. lingering stares, little smirks. grabbing your waist when he didn’t need to. checking out your ass in front of your man just to watch the show.

until his hands started resting on your hips a second too long. until he started grabbing your thighs under the table. until he stopped looking away when you changed in front of him and just… watched.

until tonight.

yeah. maybe your boyfriend had a point.

because now you’re in satoru's lap in the backseat of his car, in some shitty fast food parking lot, getting split open on nine thick inches of cock while your boyfriend’s name lights up your phone.

satoru’s the one making you moan like a whore. satoru’s the one stuffing you full of cock you swore you’d never take. satoru’s the one whose cum is leaking out of you before he’s even pulled out.

and your boyfriend? he’s still waiting at home.

“you’re so fuckin’ full of shit,” satoru huffs against your neck, laughing through his teeth as he watches your mascara run. “always telling him i’m just your friend. is this what you do with all your friends, baby?”

you try to answer, but your voice breaks on a moan as he thrusts up harder, the wet slap of your bodies echoing in the car.

“he can’t know about this,” you gasp, nails digging into his shoulders. “fuck, he’ll kill you, satoru—”

“he won’t do shit,” he laughs, dragging you down harder onto his cock, watching the creamy ring of white at the base. “motherfucker doesn’t even know how to fuck you right. if he did, you wouldn’t be here.”

your stomach twists, shame curling hot in your chest, but your cunt clenches even tighter around him. he feels it. of course he does.

“look at you,” he grins, grabbing a fistful of your hair and tugging your head back. “squeezing me like a goddamn virgin. haven’t even fucked you for ten minutes and your pussy’s already addicted to me.”

you hate how good it feels. how much you want this. how right it feels to be wrong.

“he trusts me,” you whisper, barely audible over your own moans. “he thinks i’m with you because we’re safe.”

“and now you’re getting bred in my backseat,” satoru growls, thrusting up deep and slow just to feel your walls twitch around him. “while he sits at home playing the fool. god, you’re such a dirty little slut.”

your phone buzzes again. his name. a missed call. another text.

you don’t even look.

satoru leans in close, mouth at your ear, breath hot and smug and sinful.

“go ahead. answer him,” he says in a brutally mocking tone, grabbing your hips and fucking up into you so hard the car rocks. “let him hear what his girl sounds like when she’s getting ruined by her best friend.”

you should be ashamed. you should get off. you should go home.

but instead you wrap your arms around his neck and bounce harder, chasing your second orgasm as his cum leaks out of you.

and when you finally cum again, clenching around him with a broken sob, satoru just kisses your shoulder and laughs.

“no fuckin’ way i’m giving up this pussy now.”

Jaehaera: *pouring imaginary tea into Aemond’s tea cup* Yes, that’s so crazy

‘looking forward to the next update’ and ‘I hope you update soon!’ are different vibes than a demand, and should be read in good faith because a reader is finding their way to tell you how much they love it. I will not be mad at this.

‘I don’t usually like this ship but this fic made me feel something’ is also incredibly high praise. I’m not going to get mad at this.

even ‘I love this fic but I’m curious about why you made [x] choice’ is just another way a reader is engaging in and putting thought into your work.

I just feel like a lot of authors take any comment that’s not perfectly articulated glowing praise in the exact manner they’re hoping to receive it in bad faith.

fic engagement has been dropping across the board over the last several years, and yes it’s frustrating but it isn’t as though I can’t see how it happens. comment anxiety can be a real thing. the last thing anyone wants to do is offend an author they love, and that means sometimes people default to silence.